“I am a demon, it is what I do,” he assured me with a devilish grin.
“Well, stop it!” I snapped, reaching for the rag to finish cleaning the blood from my arms and chest.
“I cannot stop it; it is my sense of smell.” He stepped closer, closing the distance he had given us to cage me in.
“Well, then stop sniffing me,” I countered, clearing the blood as best I could before tossing it to the trash.
“I do not think you really want me to stop,” he purred, locking me in place as he caged me between him and the counter.
The wild thundering of my heart was loud enough for me to hear, rocking me as if it were trying to break free. The overwhelming power of his entire being encompassed me, demanding my attention on him as if he called for it. The frost white flickered an icy blue as he locked his gaze on my mouth, causing my bottom lip to tremble as I watched him. Anticipating the inevitable, I tilted my head back with a faint grin.
“And what if I don’t?” I breathed. “It wouldn’t matter, because this is as far as you’ll allow yourself to go.” I lifted on my toes, using the counter for support as I brought my lips a breath away from his.
“Just sniffing me,” I toyed.
A deep chested groan rumbled against me, and I was hyper aware of the sudden dampness in my panties. His gaze clung to me, determined and hungry with a darkness I had never seen. Before I could think to move and lower myself, his hands moved from the counter to me, holding me in place beneath him as the fight raged in his eyes.
I sucked in a breath, waiting while his hand roamed my stomach and hips, stopping at the band of my shorts. He paused there, fighting with himself over something we both clearly wanted. There wasn’t a need to fight it anymore. If anything, we could just get it over with and do away with all this intense sexual frustration it caused.
I smoothed my hands over the buckle of his belt, prepared to unfasten it when he stopped me with another bone rumbling growl. He slipped his hand under the band, dipping further until the heat of his fingers brushed over my clit. Fire flooded my body as I sunk back with a weak nod for him to continue.
Would it be wise to fuck a demon? Probably not, but I sure as fuck wanted to. I rolled my hips against his hand, urging him to finish what he started.
Erius snickered, plunging two fingers into me without warning. I arched into him as a throaty moan escaped me.
“Look at you. Soaking wet,” he groaned, his eyes locked with mine, refusing to let me look away.
He started slowly, circling his thumb over my clit as he pumped into me. My soft whimpers turned to sharp gasps as he began to speed up. His lips brushed over mine, along my jaw, and over the curve of my neck. It was as if he wanted to kiss me but was hesitant about it for some reason. Kissing would probably make it too intimate for him, and I didn’t think he was looking for intimacy right now—I knew I wasn’t.
Each pump drew me closer to an edge I never knew I’d find, a fire that lit at the pit of my stomach, ready to burst as the tension continued to build. I gripped the hand that held me, dropping my head back as I fought against the moan clawing to break free.
“Do not be silent now. I want to hear you,” he groaned into my ear, breaking the little hold I had on control. I clung to him, ready to give in to the bursting pressure when he stopped and pulled back to look over me. A devilish smile pulled at his lips. “Not until I say.”
I stared up at him, struggling to hold myself together as I nodded again.
“Use your words,” he ordered darkly.
I didn’t think I’d have the energy to speak, not with how jittery I felt. I swallowed thickly.
“Ok,” I panted out.
He began working into me again, slowly before gradually rising and pulling out whatever sounds from me he wanted. His lips brushed over mine with less hesitation as his tongue swept over my top lip with a satisfied groan. My body locked as I struggled to fight off the pleading orgasm. I suppose I didn’t have to follow his order, but I wanted to, and the look on his face when I did was more than enough reason.
He stared down at me with an odd flush that slowly began to present his true skin. His dark gaze hung on every rise and fall of my chest. “Come for me,” he breathed.
Finally, I let my body release the hold. I cried out, dropping my head back as his fingers continued to pump into me. The wet warmth of his tongue slid up from the hollow of my neck to my chin, stirring another heated flood through me.
“Good girl,” he purred against me.
My heart jumped to my throat at the words. I rolled my hips against his hand, ready for more and already at the edge of a second finish. His dick flexed against my leg, reminding me I wasn’t the only one with a need. Dazed, I reached for his belt, unfastening it with clumsy fingers. He continued to work into me while I tugged at his button until it fell loose. With my eyes still on his, I slipped my hand down and gripped him. He paused for a moment, the frost blue of his eyes flickering to the snow white and back.
My eyes widened as I pulled him free, feeling the weight and girth in my hand. He smiled down at me and began pumping into me again. I slid my hand up his length, stroking him slowly while watching his mortal cheeks flush the dark night sky across them. He paused for a moment, thrusting into my hand with a deep, labored groan. I stroked against his movements, enjoying the tremble that shook him. With another slow slip, his dick throbbed, growing and changing in my palm. I slid my hand up again, feeling several notches along the bottom of him.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled free from me as a low growl rumbled through him. The flush of his demon skin spread over his face in a slow transformation. With another rumbling groan, he pulled my hand off him and spun me around. I looked back at him over my shoulder as he tucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting me as he said he would.
I attempted to turn but he gripped my waist with one hand and kept my head facing forward with the other. When he was sure I wouldn’t move again, he began fussing over his belt and pants before moving to my shorts and pushing them down as far as he needed. There was no warning before the heat of his cock pressed against me. I gasped out, arching into him as I pushed back. His hands gripped me tighter, anchoring me in place.
“Do not fucking move,” he ordered. It was the first time I had heard him cuss at all, and it kind of threw me in a way that only turned me on further.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to have sex with me?” I teased.
I was half ready for him to wake me up, for this all to be a dream, but the heat of his breath brushed over my ear, filling me with the vanilla scent no dream could match.
“I’m not going to have sex with you, my sweet mortal,” he said breathlessly. “I’m going to fuck you.” He pushed forward, filling me instantly.
I cried out at the slight sting but continued to remain as still as he was. A low rumble moved through him while his grip grew tighter. I fought the urge to move against him, unsure what battle he was clearly dealing with himself.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling free from me. I gasped out in protest, turning to him when he stopped me. The heat of his breath moved over my neck as his lips brushed against my ear.
“Listen,” he said in a deepening voice, “no matter what you hear, do not turn around.”
“Why?” I panted.
His body seemed to grow around me, tightening the enlarged grip around my neck and waist while something began to wrap around my wrists.
“You must remember what I am, Mina,” he said in a deep, gravelly tone.
I nodded softly, taking his words for what they meant to be. He held me still with one hand as he lined himself up to me with the other. I cried out at the new size and feeling of each notch as he slowly pushed in.
“Relax for me,” he grunted, lightly dragging his claws down my back. “I will be easy.”
He paused, giving me a moment to adjust to him before continuing until he was completely buried. Once he was sure I was comfortable, he slowly pumped into me. He pulled my wrists back, wrapping what felt like his tail around them. Once his hands were free, he used one to hold me in place while he dragged the claws of the other over my shoulder and down my arm. Chills shook my heated body and I rocked back, rolling my hips against him as he thrust forward.
His clawed hand slammed down on the bed, and I froze, knowing I’d probably get scolded for it but honestly, I wouldn’t mind it. Instead, he pushed me down until I was flat against the bed and held me tightly in place as his speed picked up.
The small space of the van filled with the sound of moans and screams that were not of my own voice. But none of it seemed to bother him as he continued to fuck me at a frantic pace.
The rough, breathy groans that escaped the demon only pushed me further over the edge. He didn’t give any order to wait on his word, not that I think I would have been able to. Anything out his mouth in this form had me weak enough.
“Are you going to come for me again, sweetness?” the demon purred darkly, quickening his thrusts as he ground deeper into me. The shockwaves gripped my body, sending trembles through my arms and legs as I convulsed around him. My screams mixed with the ones that circled us, taking my moans and sounds to repeat back in a near haunting way. But he did not stop as he pulled me into each thrust. I cried out again, rocking back as he continued to drill into me without remorse.
“That’s a good girl. Give me another one,” he ordered. Each thrust was more primal than the last in the most fantastic way.
My mind numbed over with the flood of pure pleasure as I came again. Never in my life had anyone managed such a feat and still, he wasn’t finished with me.
His tail continued to restrain my hands behind my back as he pulled me up again. He covered my eyes with his clawed hand, blocking out whatever began swirling around us. His nose trailed over my shoulder and neck again with heavy heated breaths. The sharp point of his fangs grazed over my skin, pulling a trembling chill through me.
Some biting wouldn’t be so bad, and I throbbed at the very thought. A feral growl tore through him at the feeling, jerking into me as his teeth pressed against my skin. I tilted my head to the side, opening my neck for better access. The anticipation burned my skin where his fangs rested.
The screams around us continued as the van rocked violently. He paused, digging his claws into the softness of my hips.
“Fuck,” he pushed through clenched teeth, ripping himself from me. He held my head in place, still blocking my vision for whatever reason. I’d already seen all his forms; him fucking me in one wouldn’t frighten me any.
I tried to steal a quick glance at which form he was trying to hide, but he held a firm grip.
“Wait,” he panted. The hand at my neck shrunk and the tail unbound my wrists. The energy felt light again, though I hadn’t realized when it began to feel weighing.
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