Page 88 of The Demon King's Destiny

Evelyn watched, mesmerized by the drops of Marrok’s dark blood beading on his mouth. It smelled like he tasted, like earthen spice. Before he dropped his hand, Evelyn grabbed his finger and used his claw to slice her own lip.

“Careful,” he chastised, jerking his hand away.

Evelyn ignored him. She fisted her hands in his inky mane of silk and yanked his face to hers. Their lifeblood blended, their powers fused. Rays of light flooded the room from some unknown source, thickening the air with tension and electric power.

“Ah, Goddess,” Marrok gnashed, fighting an overwhelming desire to pierce her flesh with his small fangs. He withdrew and flipped her over to her hands and knees, quickly plunging back inside.

The sound of flesh slapping on flesh echoed in the room. Evelyn mewled and pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. It was too much. He was going to break her and she was going to love every moment of it.

Instinct took over and Marrok lowered his front to her back. He grabbed a handful of dark red hair and pulled, exposing the curve of his mate’s delicate neck, where it met her shoulder.Now, his demon susurrated.Do it now.

Marrok bit into her flesh and Evelyn’s sultry cries turned into high-pitched wails of pleasure. He could feel the pulsating ripples of her climax as she detonated around him.

Evelyn’s body accepted everything he gave. In this position, she could take him deeper than ever before. Marrok gave in and allowed himself to take her as his demon demanded. His hips surged with urgency as he found his own release.

On and on it went until they both collapsed. Marrok licked the two wounds he’d left and rolled to the side so he wouldn’t crush her. The diminutive healing properties of his saliva should be enough to close the tiny perforations.

A sheen of sweat covered them both. He cupped the side of her face, no longer assaulted by bolts of lightning. The bjesnilo had passed. Not that he didn’t still want to take her. Even after all that, he was still aroused. At least now it wasn’t a compulsion he couldn’t control.

They laid in silence, catching their breaths. Marrok tenderly stroked her face, brushing her auburn hair away.

Evelyn shifted to her side, fully facing him.

“It’s very nice to meet you, finally,” she quipped.

Marrok’s lips stretched, grinning like a fool. He leaned across and kissed her gently. “And you, as well, little mate.” He kissed her once more then asked her how she felt.

“Good. A little tired, but I feel good.”

“Just good?”

“Amazing. Marvelous. Astounded. Beyond impressed by your sexual prowess. Is that better?”

“Much.”

Evelyn smirked. She reached for a pillow to put under her head and winced. Gingerly, she rubbed across the scars already forming on the two small puncture wounds.

“I didn’t realize demons bit.”

Marrok grimaced. “They don’t. Usually. It’s an archaic practice male demons used to insist upon so the world would see their female was marked.”

“So then, why did you bite me?”

He trailed his fingers over the twin marks. “I couldn’t stop myself. My demon wanted it. I wanted it. Archaic or not, I wanted to mark you as mine. Does it bother you?”

She shook her head. “No. I enjoyed it, actually. Is it something we can do again and again?”

His chest shook. “You might be the most perfect female ever created.”

Evelyn blushed but didn’t respond.

Marrok pulled her close and rolled to his back, tucking her in to his side. Her arm came around his waist and she hooked one leg over his. She fit perfectly alongside him.

“You should try to rest, Evelyn.”

“Don’t you think we need to talk first? I doubt you had enough time for Theron to tell you everything that has happened.” Or to talk through his reaction to their last shared dream.

“I didn’t, but we can address it in the morning. Rest for now because I’ve not had my fill of you yet. I’ll be waking you soon.”

“Oh.”

“Yes.Oh.”

He kissed the top of her head and rubbed up and down her spine until her breathing evened out.

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