Page 7 of Death C*mes Inside Her
“You feel wet down in that pretty spot between your thighs, don’t you?”
A sharp inhale, a tiny nod, then she forces herself to say it out loud. “Yes. It’s warm and…sticky. I don’t understand it.”
I glide forward, knocking her knees wide with a bony foot, my shadow swallowing her.
“Say it again. What is happening between your legs in that innocent space you’ve saved for me?”
I watch her throat work, eyes puzzled, but I’m inside her head, already finding it an engaging and lusty playground.
Finally, she understands what I want from her. Her hands twist in her lap as her lips part. “I’m wet. And aching. Like there’s something I need down there, I just don’t know what.”
A groan breaks low in my chest. “Show me where exactly.”
She hesitates, but I stare coldly forward. Her thoughts are pure. She is innocent, untouched, but there’s a wicked understanding about her as well. It’s a mixture of heaven and hell itself.
Finally, her fingers untangle. She pinches the thin cloth just above the hem and exposes the creamy skin of her thighs an inch at a time. Her hands shake, but she keeps going until she’s bare and open.
Somewhere inside me, bones click and strain. Dropping my gaze, I see it in the low candlelight of the room.
She’s slick and shining, nothing under the slip to keep her hidden, and it’s all for me. The sight makes my hunger snarl.
She doesn’t realize it, but she has just sealed her fate. She is mine. I will never give her up.
Her innocence and trust claw at my insides as I lower my hand and curve it around her ass, the softness of her flesh sending desire through every nerve. I trail a finger up, through the cleft of her ass, the small of her back, shoulder blades…
“Ow!” She winces, and I pull back like I’ve just been burned, hearing a tearing sound as a claw rips through the gathered slip in my desperation.
Anger floods through me. My talons aren’t gentle enough for human flesh, and ordinarily I would enjoy that fact. But with her, I only want pain that’s mixed with pleasure. I never want to see her suffer.
“I’m sorry,” I say quizzically. Who ever heard of a demon being sorry?
“It’s all right, just…hurts a little.”
“I’ll be careful with you little one from now on. You are fragile,” I promise, forcing the claws to shrink, the sharp edges to blunt as I kiss my fingers and press them to her cut back, closing the shallow wound.
I slide my other hand under her knee and ease her thighs wider until she’s fully offered to me. She trembles, but doesn’t pull away. Brave, reckless thing.
“That’s it… That’s my good girl.” My voice softens and darkens at once. “Show me that sinful, wet part of you that drives men wild.”
I lower myself slowly until the cool of my breath ghosts across the fevered heat of her sex. She gasps and tips her hips toward me before she can stop. I catch the movement with a low growl.
“Stay still, little witch. I want to see all the pretty parts of you. The ones your kind cover in shame.”
She nods quickly, clutching the bunched slip, white-knuckled as her chest rises hard and fast.
The embers of hellfire kiss her bare skin, casting shadows that twist like serpents around us. For a demon who’s etched centuries into his bones, the sharp scent of her youth reeks like stolen nectar, sweet enough to make my seed turn hot.
I inhale deeply, claws grazing the hollow between those perfect tits, and vainly tell myself it won’t bethisache that undoes me tonight.
“Eyes on mine,” I command, teeth brushing her throat as I dive lower, licking the dip in her clavicle, tasting her beading sweat, continuing up to her jaw. Her skin burns hotter than my veins, a mortal’s fire begging to be quenched in hell. My thumb circles the pulse fluttering between her legs, a tiny tomb I’m about to breach.
I thrust a claw into that slick heat, sharp enough to split flesh but slow enough for her to feel every inch of my greed. Her gasp rings out raw, like broken glass over fire.
“You’re mine now,” I growl, voice cracking the air itself. “Body and soul, no ‘maybe’ or ‘later.’ When a demon claims your cunt, it’s forever.”
“Why… why do you want me?” she pants, eyes wide and reckless. “I’m nobody. Nothing.”
“You’re everything. All the fucking world, as far as I’m concerned.” I kiss first to numb her flesh, then bite down hard enough to draw blood. A trickle of it runs down, just below theearlobe where her vein pulses, and I hear her breath catch as I lick it to close the wound. I could do this for eternity, drawing little gasps of pain and healing her with a kiss. “No other man will ever touch you, Eve. I will spill souls into hell for eternity if necessary to keep another man from even looking at what’s mine.” My blunted claw curls inside her, thick and unyielding, and she bucks against it. “I’m not gentle. Not fair. That’s not the way I’m made. If you dare even look at another being in a way I don’t like? I’ll bathe you in the blood of the poor mortal you cursed with your gaze.”
