Page 8 of Death C*mes Inside Her
Her mouth falls open, and for a moment, I sense she doesn’t believe me. Humans exaggerate all the time. Demons do not.
When she nods, understanding dawning in her eyes, I breathe a sigh, and my chest tightens in a way that’s close to pain. The thought of ever losing her to another sends fury through my veins.
“Say you understand, little witch.”
“I understand.”
“Then spread,” I snap, voice low as a dying ember, and chuckle as she instantly obeys, her knees snapping wide. I lower myself to gaze at that prize, still glistening with warm honey. “Fucking delicious.”
My tongue lashes out before she can protest, savoring her gasp as I devour every tremor.
She tastes like forbidden wine. Sweet and tart and wild, burning hotter than any damnation I’ve known. My claws grip her hips, digging into bone to hold her still while my mouth ravages what’s mine.
“Daddy wants more,” I rasp against her clit, flicking it sharply, drawing a low moan from her throat as she trembles in my grip.
The title that tumbles from my mouth is something I never understood before this moment. I want to fuck her filthy, then brush her golden hair and teach her and discipline her for reasons that benefit only her. So unselfish are these feelings. So unfamiliar but obsessive.
I draw back enough to caress her with my talons, curling a claw gently into her warmth, pricking just enough to make her spine bow like a drawn blade.
“Fucking delightful little thing, you are,” I growl, my voice low as smoldering coals. “And all mine now. To use as I like. To keep. To bring me pleasure.”
Her bare, rose-tipped breasts jiggle as she quivers in my grip, her breath a tremulous hymn. “Do you…Do you play like this with other women, too? Will I have to share you?”
“Other—” My laughter slices through the air. “You’ve got my cock coiled tighter than Hades’ ass.” I press a thumb to her quivering pearl, slick as venom, watching her hips buck like a wild thing. “There will be no other women, so you’re going to need to take it all, little Eve. As often as I wish.” My fingers splay wide across her petals, squeezing until she whimpers. “Every inch. Every whim. Every game I wish to play. You will be my muse and my doll.”
“Promise there will never be any others,” she pants, fingertips digging into the couch.
“Humans do not make demands of demons,” I reply, startled that I have no desire to rip her into bloody strips at the way she spoke to me.
She shrugs. “I just, I don’t want to be hurt anymore.”
The way her eyes start to tear sends me into a murderous fury. “There will only be you, and I will not allow you to be hurt anymore, little one. Now,” I feel a twisting in my center as the low hum of insatiable lust that I’ve lived with for so long spins and spins so tight I’m choking on it, My cock is cursing me in endless streams demanding his own needs be met. “legs open, little witch,” I order, spreading her wide as I plunge in again like a shadow devouring light. My fangs graze the pulse at her thigh as I trail kisses higher, each touch leaving trails of heat that linger. “Stay wide for me, and I’ll make sure you never worry about me looking at another female again.”
Christ, the sight claws through me. Her curls gilded by moonlight, her slickness glinting like stolen dew. A demon doesn’t need breath, but mine hitches anyway. One sweep of my tongue, and she’s a wildfire in my mouth. I taste blood and grin as she curses.
“Oh, God… Oh, God!”
I delve deeper, a primal hunger roaring through me. My claws pry her folds apart, not gently but with diabolical need, as she meets me with hips arched, gasping.
“More!” She screams as the tip of my tongue flicks her clit like a blade striking flint, and her cries drown the night. This girl is perfection. I’d spend eternity here between her legs.
“Let go, angel,” I growl. “Let me taste your ruin.”
“I— It’s too much! I want to—” She thrashes, back arching so far she seems to touch the ceiling, thighs trembling.
“Come,” I command, my tongue spiraling faster, devouring every shudder. The air crackles with raw power as her climax hits like a supernova, blazing through her, molten and consuming. Her cunt clenches around my intruding finger as I pump in and out, in and out my tongue working that little button. “Again, Eve!”
My fingers stretch her open, pulling at that glorious resistance they call a hymen in this world +until there’s nothing left but my name clawed into the air between us. When she comes a second time, the whimpers from her throat sound like a mortal begging for life, but I know this mortal is only just learning how wonderful life can be.
“Mine,” I whisper when it’s over, licking her cum off my fingers like cherry syrup.
She’s trembling too hard to speak, but I’ve got centuries to hear those sounds again.
“You opened the door,” I tell her. “You said the words that gave yourself to me. Now you take what came through it.”
Her answer is a small, needy sound that trembles against my ear drums.
“That’s it,” I breathe. “So ready. You want to be mine, don’t you, little witch?”
