Page 3 of Death C*mes Inside Her
"Did you open the door, little witch?" My voice comes out low and smooth. Her pupils dilate as she focuses on my face. Heat crawls up her pale, freckled cheeks.
So small. So delicate. And yet… There is strength.
"I found a book..." The words are hesitant. She holds her bleeding finger tight as she continues. "It said to use blood, so I did. But I didn't think it would work."
I climb the stairs until we're eye level, and I get a better look at her.
She’s too young to be here alone. Soft skin, with full lips too mature for her youthful body, parted just a little as her chest rises and falls.
Her hair, it steals something from inside me. Something that normally desires to destroy beauty.
I’ve been in the darkness for so long, something this color feels…like a revelation. It’s not white or yellow. It’s as though pearlsand gold were spun into luminescent threads, brushed out, and blessed the world with tresses too beautiful for this world.
Demons appreciate beauty, whatever the tales might suggest otherwise. We enjoy corrupting it, we enjoy destroying it, we enjoy toying with it until it turns ugly and dark. But this female, this goes beyond mere beauty. It’s something deeper, something that defies logic.
So, this mere girl opened the Bible that the priest used to banish me. And she was able to read the hidden words, the ones that explain how to bring me back. Words that can only be read by one free of corruption, a ritual that can only be performed by a pure soul. Pure of heart, pure of mind, and, most important of all, pure of body.
A virgin. My cock snarls.
My claws twitch with the urge to drag her body against me and indulge this incessant ache she’s created in my mating member.
She studies me right back, unflinching. "Are you a man? Is that a mask, or—?"
"Not a man and not really a mask. At least not in a way that you would understand."
My gaze drags over her - the cut finger, the bare feet, the thin slip that's showing me everything, including the tiny pebbles of her nipples against the fabric. I should be annoyed by that. Humans used to understand the need to be skyclad when performing a ritual summoning. The modern world has lost much of the fun and glory of the old traditions.
For some reason, though, I find her innocence amusing. And innocent she is. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here.
"You broke a seal when you bled on that book. I was locked out, but you have let me back in."
Her throat moves when she swallows, and I watch the line of it. Fire burns through my veins.
"The words said you would be bound to my will if I opened the door and let you in." Her shoulders lift, her chin tips up, and there's bravery threaded through the fear in this tiny human. "There are things I need."
Things she needs.The thought of giving her those things spears heat through me, sudden and fierce, and I feel my cock lift and throb, demanding I take her.
She sees it, her eyes wide, teeth glancing her lip, and if I could grin, I would.
I reach out and grab her wrist, ignoring her instant struggle as I lift her hand, bringing that cut finger to my mouth. Copper hits my tongue as I flick it across the wound, and the house hums low in response.
“Let me go.” She tugs, but it has no effect. I will not release her. In fact, something deep in my marrow whispers that I will never let her go.
Why don’t I want to kill her? Make her writhe and beg for her life?
The question is an interesting one, and it occupies my mind for an instant. I should want her death. Beauty that exquisite would be such fun to destroy.
But…
No. There is something about this human. Something that makes me want to protect her. To possess her. To see her smile, not to hear her scream in pain.
But, screaming in pleasure would be quite entertaining.
She is my mate.
That revelation hits me like a lightning bolt. I’m stunned by the thought down to my very core.
My cock punches its thoughts into mine.
