Page 15 of The Demon Who Loved Me

As his pace picks up, we are in one fluid motion, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Our hips meet as I rhythmically grind against him, pushing against each other with primal urgency.

His mouth crashes down on mine again and again, claiming me as his own while his hands roam freely over my body – tracing patterns on my stomach, squeezing my breasts, teasing my already sensitive nipples. My breath hitches at the sensation. Every touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through my core.

Heat radiates off him in waves, and I can feel it seeping into me with every thrust. Our heartbeats sync up perfectly with the throbbing between our hips. His teeth scrape against my bottom lip as he pulls away from the kiss to press hot little kisses along my jawline and neck, making me shudder deliciously beneath him.

As we reach our peak together, our final climb to ecstasy, we are both panting heavily now. Our breaths come in short gasps that match the pace of our hips meeting over and over again. The air is thick with anticipation as we teeter on the edge together, waiting for that final push that will send us both spiraling into oblivion.

With one last groan, he pierces right through me, filling me completely until there's no separation between us at all except for skin upon skin blissfully entwined together in this moment frozen in time.

A low growl escapes from his lips at the feel of me clenching around him tightly, fingers digging into his shoulders even harder than before. Our hips grind together faster now, finding new angles, exploring every inch possible before I collapse onto his chest trying desperately to catch our breath back together while holding onto each other tightly lest any bit of this moment slip away unnoticed or forgotten.

11

MALAKAI

The sun is setting over the desert, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, as Evelyn and I take shelter at the sage’s pathetic and modest dwelling. There is no way I can get stuck in this world. And yet… This human woman makes it even seem worth saving. Either way, I’m getting a good deal out of it.

As we sit together in the gathering darkness, her head resting on my shoulder, I find myself thinking about the past, about the fears and doubts that have haunted me for so long. "I've always been afraid of losing control," I admit softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Like so many in the underworld, I've seen the destruction that unchecked power can cause, the lives it can ruin."

Evelyn shifts beside me, her hand finding mine, her fingers intertwining with my own. "But you're different, you see that, don’t you?" she says, her voice filled with conviction. "Your humanity, our bond...that's what sets you apart, what makes you strong."

I sigh, my free hand running through my hair. "I want to believe that," I murmur. "But sometimes, it's hard. The darkness, the rage...it's always there, lurking just beneath the surface, I am always just one step away from devolving to something no greater than my brothers or Father, even. Residing in my palace is how I resist, in my own way."

Evelyn sits up, her eyes finding mine in the fading light. "Then we'll face that monster together," she says firmly. "If it helps, we don’t really have a choice. I believe in you because I have to."

Her words fill me with a warmth I've never known. While humiliating to admit it, it’s not entirely unwelcome. "Thank you," I whisper, my voice rough with emotion. "It’s not the worst fate. I do miss my world. But this is nice, I suppose."

"Come on," I say, rising to my feet and extending a hand to Evelyn. "If we're going to face whatever's coming and fall in love, you need to be ready. Let me show you some more advanced techniques, then I will further swoon you."

Evelyn grins, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she takes my hand and allows me to pull her to her feet. "Lead the way, demon boy."

“Demon boy? Come here, I’ll show you demon boy!”

She lets out a happy squeak and runs and I let her win for just a moment.

Over the next few hours, we train together, our bodies moving in perfect sync as I teach Evelyn how to harness her own strength, her own power. She's a quick learner, her movements growing more fluid, more precise with each passing minute.

As we spar, I find myself marveling at the woman before me, at the fire and determination that burns within her. She is a force to be reckoned with, a true warrior in every sense of the word.

Finally, as the moon rises high overhead, we collapse onto the sand, our breathing heavy, our bodies slick with sweat. Evelyn rolls onto her side, her head propped up on one hand as she looks at me, her expression soft. "What are you thinking about?" she asks quietly, her free hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face.

I hesitate, my heart pounding in my chest. "You," I admit finally, my voice low. "Us. This… thing between us."

Evelyn's breath catches in her throat, her eyes widening slightly. "What about it?" she whispers, her hand stilling against my skin.

I take a deep breath, gathering my courage. "I think I have feelings for you, Evelyn," I say, my gaze locked with hers. "Strong feelings. But… I'm a demon. You're human. I don't know how it can work, if I can love. If a demon can love. We’re like fire and water."

Evelyn is silent for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she leans in, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, tender kiss. "We can," she murmurs against my mouth. "We have to. It's the only way to save our worlds."

I nod, my hand cupping her cheek, my thumb brushing over her skin. "I know," I whisper.

I pull her closer, my lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Our bodies mold together, our hands exploring, caressing, as the heat between us grows.

But just as things are getting interesting, a loud beeping sound fills the air, breaking the spell. Evelyn pulls away, her eyes wide with alarm.

"That's the distress signal from my team," she says, scrambling to her feet. "I thought they were all gone, I sent the rest of my team home."

I'm on my feet in an instant, my own sense of dread growing. "Let's go," I say, my voice grim. "We need to get to them, fast."

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