Page 52 of Daemonium

We took the lift back to the penthouse, the others all crammed in with us. I ran my hands up and down Sunshine’s arms, feeling her slight trembling, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. It was driving me insane, that she was so close, so vulnerable, and yet, I had to wait.

When the lift doors slid open, we heard a loud crash—something shattering, followed by Brody’s laughter.

“Didn’t waste any time,” Brody chuckled, clearly referring to Ciaran and Lana. I smirked, knowing exactly what he meant. Ciaran was never one to delay gratification, especially not with Lana.

I agreed, my own patience wearing thin.

Without another word, I scooped Sunshine into my arms, lifting her bridal style.

It felt right, even though the sight of her white dress splattered with blood was an ironic contrast to the purity it once symbolized. The iron grip I had on my control was slipping, but I still managed to carry her with care.

We entered the room I always used when we were here, a familiar space that provided both privacy and luxury. I headed straight to the bathroom, knowing that she needed to be cleansed of the night’s horrors. The bathroom itself was an expansive, modern design—a glass-enclosed shower dominating the space, lit by soft, ambient red lighting that cast an almost otherworldly glow. The rainfall showerhead hung high, the controls for temperature and water pressure sleek and discreetly embedded in the wall.

Steam was already beginning to swirl inside, the warm mist promising a momentary escape from the brutal reality outside.

I gently set her down inside the shower, out of the spray of water until it warmed. The moment her feet touched the cool, smooth tiles, I could see the tension easing from her body. My hands found the front of her corset, gripping the delicate fabric before tearing it down the center with a swift motion. The sound of the fabric giving way was followed by a small gasp from her lips—a sound that sent a surge of heat straight through me.

“No bra,” I growled, my voice roughened by the mask I still wore.

“Not with this top,” she replied, her voice soft.

I didn't hesitate. My hands found the edge of her tutu, and with another quick, clean motion, I ripped it off, leaving her gasping again, this time my name slipping from her lips.

Now she stood before me in nothing but her stockings, heels, and that mask—the image seared into my mind, claiming every last ounce of my self-control. With the water finally warm, steam at my back, I began unbuttoning the black button-down I had changed into earlier, tossing it carelessly out of the glass enclosure.

The sight of her, so exposed and vulnerable, only fueled the desire clawing at my insides. She leaned back against the wall, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself. I was on her in an instant, stepping forward and pulling her arms down, my grip firm but gentle. “Don’t hide what’s mine.”

“What about the cameras?” she whispered; her voice barely audible over the sound of the water.

“I need to see your face,” I murmured, reaching up to remove my mask. It dropped to the floor with a soft thud, my hands immediately moving to hers, lifting it off gently. “There are no cameras. No timers. No audience. It’s just us.”

The moment her mask was gone, I saw the raw emotion in her eyes, the vulnerability she never showed anyone else. I wasn’t expecting the shuddering breath she took or the way she launched herself into my arms, burying her face against my chest. My arms closed around her, holding her tightly, protectively. I would never get tired of being the nightmare that made her feel safe. She had no idea what I was thinking, no clue how I would use this situation to get what I wanted—what I needed—and have her feeling the same by the time it was done.

My mind was already spinning with the possibilities, the ways I could make this moment go exactly where I wanted it to. “What do you need from me, Sunshine?” I asked, my voice low and deliberate, giving her the illusion of choice.

"I need you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper drowned out by the multiple showerheads, tears trickling down her cheeks, leaving a trail on my chest.

“Oh, you have me.” I captured her mouth in a fierce kiss, harsh, pressing her back against the wall. Her fingers dig into my skin, pulling me closer, her mouth opening beneath mine in a desperate plea for connection. Our bodies melded together; her breasts crushed against my chest.

I grasped them roughly and a low moan escaped her lips, mingling with the tears that still streaked down her flushed cheeks. The shower was filling with steam and the water was hot, beating down on our faces, mingling with our hands that clung to each other. I wanted to do this rough—splay her out beneath me and fuck her like the fragile, beautiful doll she was. I wanted her to bleed, marking me as I marked her.

I counted backward, knowing that time was soon, and slowly traced my fingers down her drenched body, my touch lingering at the small of her back, and then lower. She gasped and arched into me.

I ignored the discomfort of my wet pants and lifted my mask. I lowered myself to the ground. With careful movements, I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, feeling the soft skin of her inner thigh against my cheek.

My kisses started slow and tender but soon turned into playful nips as I teased and explored her thigh with my lips and teeth.

As the water continued to beat down on us, her moans grew louder. I brushed my teeth against her skin, causing goosebumps to form all over her body. She was shaking yet trembling with desire, her body begging for more. Slowly, I moved higher, trailing my lips up her thigh until I reached her pussy. With one hand, I spread her open.

I traced the sensitive skin with my tongue, savoring the taste of her and the sounds she made. When she couldn't take it anymore, her hands gripping my hair, urging me deeper. I obeyed her plea, plunging my tongue inside, tasting her sweetness, and hearing her soft cries of pleasure. Her body undulated beneath me, her hips grinding against my face as her breath quickened. I licked and sucked, faster and harder, until I felt her muscles clench and release. Her moans reached a fever pitch as she arched her back and cried out my name.

I had no intention of stopping now.

“Ky, please,” she rasped, her voice trembling with desperation.

That was all I needed to hear. Without another word, I scooped her up from the shower, the water cascading off her as I carried her back into the room.

Her skin was warm and slick against mine, and the air felt electric with everything unspoken between us. I didn’t hesitate as I reached the bed, tossing her onto the sheets with just enough force to make her gasp again. She landed in a tangle of limbs, her golden hair splayed out around her like a halo, her beautiful eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation.

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