Page 85 of Touched By Death

I want to believe him so badly, but I don’t.

I can’t.

Not while the memory of the flickering candles on the metal tray burns bright in my mind’s eye.

“Thank you for finding me.”

His entire body grows still.

“You found me, Daemon.”

“I will always find you,” he replies, placing his hand on the door and tucking my hair behind my ear.

“You will?”

“Yes.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but my heart hears his promise like a tailor-made song.

“I’ll hold you to that promise, Daemon. Son of Lucifer.”

His throat jumps enticingly, and a flash of vulnerability dances with the flames of hellfire in his eyes. But then all gentleness disappears. He spins me around and sinks his teeth into my neck where it meets my shoulder. Blood pours to the surface, warm and slippery. Crowding me against the door with his big body, he laps it up while I push my ass back against his groin.

With a final, “Fuck,” he turns me around and slams his mouth to mine. At the same time, he fists his dick as though he’ll die if he can’t bury himself to the hilt inside me at this instant. Banding his arm around my waist, he lifts me up and rubs the crown of his cock through my soaked slit.

“Please,” I whimper as he presses inside me. “I need you.” Clinging to him, I let him hurt me in the best way possible, loving the sharp sting. He slams his hips home and sinks his teeth into my bottom lip. Daemon is many things, but he’s not gentle when he fucks. And I don’t want him to be. I want him to erase my stalker’s every unwelcome touch with his own brutality. I want him to hurt me and fuck me and kill me slowly with hard kisses that chip away at my heart’s defenses. If I thought I stood a chance against him, I was wrong. When he fucks me like this, pinned against the door, I come alive. Every part of me, every wilted, fragmented, and broken piece, returns home on his soft breaths against my neck and lips.

Daemon pounds me hard until he’s all I see. Every burning kiss sears my heart like the ink of a tattoo gun.

“You wanted to forget us,” he growls out on a hard thrust. “Did you think I’d ever let that happen? No…” He grunts. “I don’t care what it takes or how hard I have to fuck you. I’ll engrave myself on your heart, little angel.” His cock slides out to the crown, teasing my soaked entrance, and his dark eyes hold mine, never wavering as he buries himself inside me. Behind him, his wings stretch out, as dark and threatening as the promise in his gaze.

“I’ll hurt you to get my way,” he promises. “I’ll cut you open if only to leave my scars on your soul.”

My fingers slide up the expanse of his warm, sweaty chest, over the hard planes of muscle. “We’ll hurt each other,” I correct him. “Again and again until one of us walks away.”

A low snarl vibrates his chest beneath my touch. He picks up his pace, fucking me with long, deep strokes that steal my breath. “It’s too late to walk away, little witch. You’re already leashed, and I won’t set you free.”

With heavy eyes, I watch him take me against the door while the shadows that lurk in the corners of the room grow taller and longer.

Daemon spins us around and carries me over to the bed. He lowers me down on top of the crumpled sheets and climbs on top. The mattress dips beneath his heavy weight. Much to my dismay, he keeps himself out of reach, suspended above me on his knees with one hand beside my head.

As I hold my breath, he trails a single finger along the curve of my jaw, down the column of my neck. He lingers on my pulse point, his touch sending illicit shivers down my body.

“I need you, Daemon,” I beg, both loving and hating how vulnerable I feel when he looks at me like he is now. “Please.”

Wrapping his fingers around my throat, he applies enough pressure to cause pleasure to trickle down to my core. “You reduce me to an animal.” His heated gaze skates the length of my body, causing my pussy to throb at the feeling of his eyes’ caress. The hunger that seems to whisper like heated breaths on my sensitive, swollen folds.

Shifting down my body, he yanks my dress up, not satisfied until it’s in a pool below my tits. He peers up at me from between my spread legs with a look that’s so devastating, I don’t dare look away. Like a targeted missile aimed at my fragile heart, he lowers himself down until his lips are right where I need him, hovering a hair’s breadth away. His fangs gleam in the flickering firelight from the torches on the walls, and my fingers tangle in his soft, unruly hair. I get lost in the strands, tugging and pulling while he holds me hostage with his intense gaze.

“Taste me,” I all but plead, lifting my hips off the mattress. “Please, Daemon.”

There’s that side smirk. The one that sends a spark of heat to my clit. Throwing my head back on the pillow, I let my thighs clamp down on his head. “You torture me, Daemon.”

A sharp sting has me hissing out a breath. I lift my head off the pillow to see a trail of deep-red blood trickle from his mouth on my thigh in a race toward my pussy.

With his teeth buried deep in my skin, he watches me from beneath his dark lashes. His fingers skate up the inside of my thigh in a soft caress that makes me tingle in the best way possible. He slides his heated touch through the streak of blood, and I inhale a sharp gasp when he smears it over my soaked clit and circles my slick entrance.

Mesmerized, I watch his teeth retract. He places a soft kiss on the incisor wounds before biting down on his own wrist. Blood rushes to the surface, trailing a path toward his elbow. Daemon’s dark eyes clash with mine. Smirking sinfully, he holds his wrist over my pussy and fists his hand. The first warm drop lands on my sensitive clit like a slap of his hand, and I gasp out as more blood drips onto my soaked cunt.

Unsatisfied, Daemon brings his wrist to his mouth and bites down again. With his eyes on me, he tears through the skin and proceeds to let the blood pour freely over my slit and between my ass cheeks.

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