Page 86 of Touched By Death

Once the steady flow becomes a slow trickle, he lowers himself back down and covers my throbbing pussy with his hot mouth. I gasp, fisting the sheets like the white, soft fabric is my lifeline. Daemon devours me. His tongue lashes at my clit almost viciously. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. He sucks, nibbles, and licks, leaving me a writhing mess atop his crumpled, blood-stained sheets. My wings drag across the bed until they’re unfolded and drooping to the floor on either side of the bed. I shudder, my back arching off the mattress.

“Fuck, Daemon,” I whimper.

When he looks up at me with blood smeared over his mouth and cheeks, I come. The sight of him covered in his blood and my arousal is a flint to my steel. I let out a scream, unable to stop the onslaught of pleasure that grips me like Daemon’s ruthless hand around my throat. Every muscle in my body tenses, and my pussy pulses its release.

Before I’ve come down from my high, Daemon climbs up my body—a prowling lion that’s about to devour its kill.

Grabbing my ankles, he brings them to the side of my head. I’m bent in half, staring up at him as he grips his cock and drags the crown through my soaked folds. He sinks inside me, his veiny length filling me up to the brim. As he slides back out, he slaps my clit that peeks out through the hood. “Such a dirty little angel.”

Just when I think he’ll never give me what I need, he grips the shaft and applies pressure to my tight exit. The pain is immediate, burning through me with delicious intensity. I love that Daemon doesn’t take it easy on me and how unapologetic he is in his pursuit of pleasure.

His fingers flex on my crossed ankles, and he stares down between our bodies, watching his dick slowly stretch me open. I hold my breath, in awe at seeing this powerful fallen angel, the heir to Hell’s throne, fill me up with his cock. Beads of sweat stick to his skin, which only adds to the urgency.

“Fuck me,” I beg, and his eyes shoot up to mine. He doesn’t need to be asked twice. Falling forward onto his hands, he grabs hold of my throat and slams his hips home, sheathing himself to the hilt in my ass. It’s not the most comfortable position, but the raw look in Daemon’s eyes as he pulls all the way out and slams his cock inside me again makes it all worth it. In fact, I never want him to stop looking at me like he is now. I want him to fuck me to within an inch of my life and then do it all again.

“Fuck, this damn ass,” he says with a grunt, bruising my neck with his tight grip. “So. Fucking. Good.”

Snarling at him, I bare my incisors. My empty pussy drips with need and throbs in time with his brutal thrusts.

“Don’t,” he warns, cutting off my airflow. “Don’t bare your teeth at me while I’m balls deep in your ass, little witch. I’ll only hurt you more.”

I do exactly that. With a hiss, I let him see the red mist swirling in my gaze. Nothing entices me to misbehave more than his raw fury and the instinctual need to dominate, which flashes in his eyes right before he climbs off me. His wet dick bobs against his rippling stomach, and he orders me to run.

Hesitating, I blink up at him as he drags his fingers through his sweaty hair.

Lowering his hand, he clucks his tongue. “Did I stutter, little angel? It’s time to fucking run. If I catch you—and mark my damn words, I will—I’ll fuck you to within an inch of your life.”

“But the windows,” I blurt, shifting on the bed. “They’re all boarded shut, and the guards—”

He pulls open a drawer and picks out a dark T-shirt and a pair of jeans as he says over his shoulder, “Then you better fucking hide well, don’t you think?”

My heart jumps in my chest, fluttering wildly with excitement at the promise of a chase in his dark eyes. With one final look in the direction of the door, I bolt.

Chapter Thirty

AURELIA

Excitement courses through my veins like a heady drug. I escape down the narrow hallway, past the paintings on the walls. As I come hurtling around the corner, I nearly crash into Alaric, who steadies me with his hands on my arms. But before he can open his mouth to speak, I’m on the run again, my tangled hair flying behind me as peals of laughter rip from my lips. Clamping a hand over my mouth, I stop in the large foyer and dart my gaze around. One look at the grand staircase, and I dismiss the thought of fleeing upstairs. Daemon will see it coming a mile away. Behind me, two security guards block the front doors, my only escape route.

Making a swift decision, I dart left down another dark and narrow hallway lined with expensive artwork and the occasional marble sculpture. Heavy drapes block out the boarded-shut windows. Unlit candle chandeliers, covered in spiderwebs and melted beeswax, hang from the tall ceiling.

The sconces on the wall stay unlit, and the welcome darkness offers me protection from the lurking predator that’s on my trail. I blend with the shadows, moving swiftly across the marble floor on light feet. Taking a left at the end of the hallway, I press myself against the wall and peer around the corner. Nothing but stillness greets me—an eerie silence that seems to brush up against my exposed skin like a cool breeze late at night.

Soft notes of classical music break through the silence, and I snap my head to the side, hunting for its source. Up ahead, one of the doors is cracked open to reveal the flickering glow of a lit fireplace.

Intrigued, I push off the wall and follow the source of my curiosity. The cool marble floor kisses my bare feet. With a final look behind me to ensure Daemon hasn’t found me yet, I press my palm against the wood and apply enough pressure to cause the door to creak open. I peek inside, too intrigued not to.

Crossing the threshold, I take in the lit fireplace. Intricately carved patterns cover every surface. Beside it sits an armchair and a small console table with an open book and a half-filled wine glass.

Near the window, chained to a metal pole, is a naked human woman. Her generous tits bear the markings of a monster. A monster who’s currently fucking her from behind while she fights against the restraints. Her choked sobs should repulse me, but the stirrings of evil inside me awaken at the sight of her terrified eyes. Glassy with tears, they lock on mine across the room. It dawns on me that, unlike other fallen angels, Lucifer hasn’t bothered to place his prey under a spell.

He’s a true hunter, like me.

A vicious monster.

Lucifer notices me, too. He releases his meal and walks up to me, stark naked and covered in sweat and sinister intent. His very hard, very veiny cock glistens against his rippling abs as he runs a hand through his mussed-up hair.

I take a step back out of instinct, but he’s faster. In a blur of movement, he has me pressed up against the wall with his big body that smells of sex and debauchery. His big hand covers my mouth, silencing my soft whimper.

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