Page 85 of Presence

He cocks his head to the side, like that surprised animal again, as he jumps onto the bed, legs crouching on both sides of my knees. His hair cascades down and tickles my legs. It looks like a straight waterfall of ink that shines in the moonlight.

“I like the new you,” he replies. Then, with the grace of a cat, he puts his hands on the mattress at the height of my naked chest and rolls slowly until his face hovers just above mine.Something changes color in my peripheral from black to white, and I know he’s done what I asked of him. He listened to me.

“I like you,“ I exhale, and put a finger on his lips again. This time, he doesn’t let me take it away. He grabs it with his teeth and forces me to slide inside his sharp mouth. And the way he shudders when my blood meets with his tongue… Oh, god.

I watch him, fascinated. Scared. Turned on to the nines. My emotions are a whirlwind, leaving me dizzy and breathless. Every moment with him has been like this lately, though I’ve been too stubborn to admit it until now. Even when he was with the other Claire, right there in front of me, I struggled to keep my composure. Only his shadows held me back from rubbing my thighs together.

I like the turmoil he causes inside me. I like how I hate the powerlessness he binds me with. I like how my skin tingles when he sucks the blood from my body.

“So sweet,” he slurps over my digit. “So fucking delicious…”

His mouth opens as he rolls his eyes, his spine arching, neck stretching, and deep rumble sounding off in his chest.

This demon is mine.

“More,” I purr, spreading my legs so wide that they touch his. His skin is ice cold, making me shudder. “Take more.”

Last night he told me he couldn’t take more because he might have consumed me whole if he did. This time, that problem seems to have vanished because there’s no hesitancy in his white-less eyes. There’s only pure hunger and desire.

Probably my speed-healing is the reason for that.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he asks, surprising me. “I declare you deserve a reward. I’ll give you one. Name the pleasure and it’s yours.”

“I’m your good girl?” I tease him, remembering how just recently he threatened to punish me.

“Now, you’re the best girl.”

My own mouth pops open, teeth biting on my lower lip. There are so many things I might request of him. I could ask him to repeat the way he made love to me as my spirit guardian. I could ask him to feed me the rose petals again. I could chase the pleasure without the pain.

But I don’t want any of that right now.

“The things you’ve done to the other Claire,” I say. “Do them to me.”

A dark smile slashes his black, bloodied lips. My finger drops to the white mattress, new puncture wounds causing maroon liquid to sink into the sheets.

“As you wish, my Little Soul.”

His hands, cold and firm, trace the contours of my body, igniting a feverish anticipation. His nails graze my skin, drawing thin lines of crimson. My body writhes under him, a canvas for his dark desires.

I want to see him paint me. I want to see him mark me as his.

“You’re going to suck my cock first,” he coos. His claws retreat from my skin as he shifts higher up on the bed, one knee brushing against my shoulder while the other extends to the bedrest. In a swift motion, he unzips his leather pants, letting his cock spring free right by my face. “Make it nice and wet for me,” he murmurs, the chill of his breath tingling my skin. “Take it all the way to your tight little throat.”

“Yes.” I salivate.

The first time he commanded me to take him into my mouth in his demonic form, I was sure I’d die. I never imagined my fear would turn him on so much. But it did. Now, it’s not just my fear that drives him wild. It’s my willingness to bleed for him.

Without hesitation, I wrap my fingers around his length and open my lips wide to suck him in. I’m not careful or slow. This is not what he wants. He wants me wild and intense just like he is. I want that too.

No restraints. No inhibitions. Nothing stopping me from letting go.

This… This is my escape. This is the freedom that I’ve craved for so long.

I take him deep, feeling my throat stretch around him, barely keeping the gag reflex at bay. His groan is a deep, primal sound that resonates through me, urging me on. His hands tangle in my hair, guiding my movements with a fierce urgency that matches my own desire. I feel his claws grazing my scalp making my eyes roll back.

It feels divine.

He tastes just like I remember—salty, musky, and with the aftertaste of a rose at the very end. It’s intoxicating, making me make humming moaning noises around him.

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