Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“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 be this ache 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 the earlobe 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.”
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.