Page 17 of Demon's Cruel Desire

“So be it,” I say calmly, holding his gaze and bracing myself as he stalks toward me with a deadly quickness. “If you think punishment is the way to handle this, then do it.”

16

DAGON

My heart pounds in my chest as I wait in an uncomfortable silence for my declaration to be acknowledged. Callista’s eyes widen considerably.

On any normal day, I’d take into consideration the massive bed behind her, but now all I can see is her. I stare at her, my words hanging over us.

I love you.

I wait and the seconds tick by until finally, her lips curl into a smile.

“I love you, too, Dagon.”

The echo of Callista's response rings through the room, bouncing off the walls and settling within my heart. There's a soft light in her eyes, a tender shimmer that speaks volumes more than any words ever could.

She steps towards me then, the distance separating us disappearing as though it never existed and leaving only a tender intimacy that transcends the physical.

"Dagon," she whispers my name again, and it sounds like a prayer on her lips, a plea to the gods for some divine intervention. Her hand reaches up to trace the line of my jaw, her touch electrifying, her gaze intense. Each second under her touch feels like an eternity.

"Callista," I breathe out, staring into her eyes that are filled with so much love and tenderness. Our love story has been anything but ordinary, with trials and tribulations we've both faced.

I take her into my arms, pulling her close against my chest, feeling the rhythm of our hearts beating in sync. Then, I lean down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. It's a dance between tongues, a battle between hearts.

Her hands, once relaxed at her sides, roam to grip my hair and pull me closer. In response, my hands rest upon her slender waist, holding her close against me.

The world outside our little bubble doesn't exist. The only thing real is Callista and I, sharing not just a moment but a lifetime of love in one heartbeat.

And then I pull away. Not because I want to – gods know I don't – but because it's necessary. Because it’s part of what we have become.

"I have to punish you.”

Her eyes widen right before I tear her clothes off her body and toss her onto the bed. I pry her legs open and lean over her, my eyes drinking in the sight of her. "This is your punishment," I say, my voice soft but firm in the silence that follows.

Her breath hitches as I trail my fingers down her body, each touch simmering with fevered intention. Each look promises more than mere words can convey. Her gaze meets mine and I see it there, that definitive spark of understanding. This isn’t just about retribution. It’s a testament to our unyielding bond.

Her lips part to say something but instead, she lets out a gasp. I smirk at her reaction, taking it as an invitation to explore further. I navigate the landscape of her body, leaving no stone unturned, no secret untouched.

“There’s one thing you need to know,” I murmur, interlacing our fingers above her head. “You’re mine, Callista.”

The most subtle of nods acknowledge my vow and the words themselves hang heavy in the air – a permanent imprint of our connection in this universe.

And then, with the shared knowledge of our truths humming in the background, we lose ourselves to each other - basking in the glorious union that is us.

As we continue down the rabbit hole of our shared desire, there's a wild look in her eyes, something of belonging and surrender together. It inflames me with an untamed longing, a craving that transcends the realms of physical need.

"You're mine too, Dagon," she murmurs, her voice barely audible amidst our labored breaths. The words send me over the edge.

With no barriers left to break or boundaries to cross, we move against each other, two bodies burning with shared flames. The line separating us blurs to nonexistence. It’s not just Dagon and Callista anymore, it’s us intertwined in this sacred dance of love and lust.

My fingers trace paths down her body as if it were a map to my salvation, and they find their way to her pulsating center. Her body shudders at my touch, a sweet gasp escaping her lips. I grin against her mouth as I return my kisses along the soft contours of her neck.

"Dagon," she breathes out, but I am already lost in the rhythm of our bodies. I can feel her building towards that peak – I can feel it within myself too – but now isn't the time.

I pull back slightly, just enough to watch her eyelashes flutter close and that familiar frown creases her forehead. “Beg for it Callista,” I instruct softly into her ear as my fingers continue their tantalizing dance over sensitive flesh.

She refuses at first, a stubborn streak lighting up those otherwise soft eyes. But eventually, she caves in, her need overcoming her pride. Not that I have any intention of giving in. She won’t find release any time soon. This is her punishment. I’ll drive her wild.

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