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)
Even love.
“I’ll feed you. Warm you. Keep you safe. No more cold nights. No more loneliness. But you will never deny me, little witch. You will keep your legs open for me. I will take my fill of you whenever I like. I will lick and fuck and explore every inch of your body when it pleases me. You will take the pleasure I give you until you lose consciousness, if that is my desire.”
I inch my mouth down her chest, pinching that little nipple between my teeth again. The swirling knowledge that one day she will leak here for me as well pushes me ever closer to the edge.
She nods, eyes shining with a mix of relief and wonder. “I want that.”
The outside world falls away until there’s only the sound of our.
“Just once more, little witch,” I grit out between my teeth. “You will find my cock is quite…unreasonable when it wants you.”
She clings to me, whispering yes with every breath.
“You’ve got me burning inside, little witch.” Her cornflower gaze follows the rise and fall of my cock. “You’re the vessel for this hunger.” My thumb drags over the tip, slicking it in pre-cum that gleams like liquid amber the shaft sticky with her cum and blood. “A demon’s seed doesn’t rest easy. Your tight little sheath? It’s a cage for the chaos I bring to your world.”
She shakes her blonde mane as I yank her thighs open. My knee braces between them, the weight of my hips settling against her core. The crown of my shaft hovers over her swollen clit before slamming down in a sharp grind that makes her back arch.
My mouth latches onto her earlobe, fangs grazing skin as I growl into it. “You’re meant for me. That slick channel between your legs? It’s where my fire belongs. A demon’s fire is his life force. It is everything that makes me… alive. At least in the sense you would understand.”
Her gasp is muffled by my palm clamped over her mouth, but I catch the scent of her fear.
She trembles as my cock drags through her folds, and I kiss her slowly enough to drown in the taste of her fear and need.
The head slips inside, but she winces, nails digging into my shoulders. My restraint cracks. “Such a tight little witch still. You have a sweet little chokehold on me.”
I deepen the kiss until her mewls turn into sighs, the pressure easing as her body stretches around me. Halfway in, her hips buck, and I freeze.
“More,” she pants, clawing at my back, sending me into a frenzy. “I want it all. I want it inside me, no matter how much it hurts. I want you to be happy, Aios. I want to be the one who makes you happy.”
She is a miracle. With a roar, I thrust forward, and we’re both lost to it. Her whine cuts through the darkness left in my chest and brings light all the way to the horizon.
I slam into her, the slap-slap-slap of flesh obscene in the open air. Her cunt milks my shaft, wet heat coaxing a low growl from my throat.
“Look at you,” I grit out, gripping her hips to lift her harder into me. Using her little body for my pleasure. “My fire lighting your veins.”
She claws my chest, eyes unfocused but fierce, as I drag a claw along the seam of her ass.
“You’re mine,” I snarl, slamming deeper until we’re one jagged pulse of need and heat. Her heartbeat thrums against me, and I bite into her collarbone, marking her where the scent of arousal blooms hottest her little body covered in my purple marks.
I snap her legs over my shoulders, driving balls-deep until her cunt clenches in warning, and I lean down to whisper against her temple. “Come for me now, or I’ll drag this out all night.”
She shrieks as pleasure erupts, liquid warmth clamping my shaft like a vise. My cum follows, white-hot and glowing, knotting us together in a way that leaves her trembling against me.
When it’s over, I stay inside her, one palm splayed over her stomach, the other brushing damp strands from her face. She’s flushed, spent, but not frightened, looking at me like she’s found something she didn’t know she needed.
“Rest,” I tell her softly, forehead pressed to hers. “You won’t wake alone again.”
Her fingers trail up my chest. She smiles, and I feel the shape of it like a lock sliding open.
I gather her closer, chest to chest, and breathe her in. She smells like heat, rain, and the beginning of a life I never thought I’d want. For the first time in longer than I can remember, the future doesn’t look empty.
She drifts against me, still trembling now and then. I keep a hand on her belly, protective, and another at her back, drawing slow circles meant only for comfort.