Page 21 of Virgil's Demons

"I need to leave," I whispered against her lips, though every fiber of my being screamed to stay. "I shouldn't?—"

She grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer, her eyes fierce, dark, and filled with something I couldn't escape. "Don't," she murmured, her voice softer now. "Don't leave me."

I couldn't. I didn't want to. Her hand slid me out of my pants and we both looked down as she slowly slid the tip against her core.

"Barythaya," I whispered.

"Don't leave me, Virgil. Don't leave without claiming me. I need to feel you. I need you to please fuck yourself into me," she moaned as the tip of my thick head slipped through that tight little hole of hers.

The blade clattered onto the tiled floor as I braced myself against the leather table. My cock throbbed, as I slowly thrust into her. She gasped and moaned with every inch, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I could feel the demon lurking at my back, almost urging me to be violent. To buck into her like some wild animal.

I gripped her by the waist, flipping us over so she'd be on top. She grinded that tight hot hole over me. Moving her hips sensually, engulfing my cock completely as she tugged down on her bra, pulling at her nipples. She was fucking me now, relentless in her need.

I couldn't take it anymore as I gripped her hips. I lifted my feet onto the table and helped her, fucking my cock up into her. I watched as the blood smeared on the side of her rib cage where I had last slid the blade into her skin. I rubbed at it, bringing it to my mouth enjoying her moan of pleasure. She was as dark and twisted as I was, her demons matching mine so perfectly. I couldn't take it, I flipped us over, grabbing the knife as I hovered over her. I gripped the handle tightly as I fucked her harder. With each thrust, she dug her nails into my back. I could feel the sting of tearing skin.

"That's it baby girl, take it out on me. Take it out on your cock."

"I'm going to cum on you, Virgil."

"Good girl," I whispered as I slid the knife over her breast.

As a drop of blood slid over the nipple, her body tensed, and the orgasm swept over her. I licked at her wound, my cock exploding along with her body. We clung to each other as I continued to fuck her.

The demon's voice continued, relentless, burrowing deep into my mind like claws.She'll die, and her blood will be on your hands.

I clenched my eyes shut, trying to drown out the voice, but it only laughed harder, feeding off my doubt.

My grip on the knife faltered, and I pulled away from her, stumbling to my feet, my chest tight with an overwhelming sense of dread. The desire to stay with her was like a magnetic pull, but so was the suffocating weight of the demon's presence.

I had to protect her—from me, from the monster clawing at my soul. But she was a siren, drawing me back with every breath, every touch.

"Virgil..." her voice was like silk, desperate, yet commanding.

I turned to her, my heart pounding in my chest, knowing that if I stayed, if I gave in, I would doom her.

You can't save her,the demon whispered again,I will destroy her.

But I didn't want to let her go. Not this time. I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, she was the one who could pull me back from the brink.

"I have to go Barythaya," I looked away from her broken gaze as I quickly got dressed.

"Why?" Her voice cracked and I knew I was hurting her.

When I turned to look at her, she had her hands over her breasts, streaks of faint blood coated her breasts and torso. I let my eyes roam over her body, all curves and softness. Such a contrast to my own.

I slowly walked over to her, sliding my fingertips over the top of her breast, outlining the wound.

"This is my doing," I whispered, leaning down to lick at it.

She gasped, sliding her fingertips through my hair as she so easily gave her body over to my touch. I left my mark on her, licking her wounds and leaving hot kisses on her needy frame.

"I have to go. And not because I want to, Barythaya." I whispered into her ear.

"But because if I don't go, I don't know what the demons I carry with me, will be capable of."

She cried out softly, trying to grab at me as I slid myself away from her. I didn't look back, because I knew if I did, I'd take her with me. And she didn't deserve to be on this path to hell that I was currently on.

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