Page 41 of Virgil's Demons

Before I could think too hard, she pushed me back, her strength taking me by surprise as my back slammed into the wall. Her lips crashed into mine with a bruising force, all teeth and heat, and I groaned into her kiss, my mind clouding over with lust. That nagging feeling buried itself deep, lost under the weight of this hunger I had for her. I wanted to feel something other than darkness. I really did need her.

Her hands were everywhere, frantic, demanding, tearing at my clothes like she couldn't get me naked fast enough. I hissed as her nails dragged down my chest, sharp, and painful, but that edge between pain and pleasure that followed had me gripping her tighter, my hands roaming over her skin, greedy, needy.

We stumbled into the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in the hallway, and by the time she pushed me onto the bed, my mind was a haze of lust and confusion. She straddled me, her hot sweet pussy sliding its juices along my now rock-hard dick. She pinned me down with surprising strength as she leaned over me, her breath hot against my ear.

"You're mine," she whispered, her voice dripping with possession, with something darker, something raw. "All mine."

She slid her pussy over my cock, gasping as it slid into her. "Fuck me, please."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and my body reacted without hesitation. My blood pounded in my ears, every part of me screaming for her, needing her. She moved against me, her hips grinding into mine with a hunger that sent shockwaves through my system, and I gave in completely, thrusting my cock into her with reckless abandon.

Her fingers dug into my wrists, pinning them above my head as she took control, her body riding me like she was possessed. There was an intensity in her movements, something rougher, more desperate than I'd ever felt before. And I matched her pace, my body straining against hers, the room filled with the raw, erotic sounds of our sweaty bodies colliding.

Her lips trailed over my neck, biting down hard enough to blur the lines between pain and pleasure until I couldn't tell the difference. I groaned, thrusting harder, faster, that familiar heat building low in my gut, coiling tighter and tighter until I was ready to break.

Just as I reached the edge, her voice slithered into my ear, soft, seductive. "I love you, Virgil," she whispered, her nails sinking into my skin as I finally let go, my body shuddering violently as I came, her words ringing in my head like a curse.

"You're mine. You belong to me."

The words sent a chill down my spine, but I was too far gone to care, too lost in the heat and the release to let the unease settle in. My cock exploded inside of her, filling her with my heat. She moaned, her pussy squeezing it, milking it.

"Fuuuuck," I groaned, throwing my head back as my cock jerked inside her.

She collapsed on my chest, shivering slightly. Her pussy muscles fluttering around my semi-hard dick that was still nestled inside her. I slid my arms around her, enjoying the weight of her perfect curves as they fit perfectly against me.

Ater a little while, I slid her off me, my cock instantly missing her warmth. I cuddled her against me, her breath warm against my chest and I held her close. My heart was slowly calming, the adrenaline finally fading. But that doubt, that nagging feeling I'd tried to bury—it was still there.Lurking.

She looked like Barythaya. Spoke like her, felt like her, but it wasn't her. Not completely. I brushed a hand down my face, shoving the thought aside. Closing my eyes, I let the exhaustion pull me under.

I was being paranoid.

She was fine, I had her back.

That's all that mattered.

But as I drifted into sleep, that one question gnawed at me.

How the hell was I supposed to protect her from the demon when I couldn't even tell if she was even stillherself?

VIRGIL

Iwas in a forest, the trees towering above like jagged, skeletal fingers, clawing at a sky that didn't exist. No moon. No stars. Just an endless black swallowing everything. Fog crept across the ground like a shroud, curling around my boots, seeping into my skin.

"Barythaya!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the silence.

No answer.

Only my own breath, ragged and shallow, bouncing off the trees. Panic gripped my chest as I pushed forward, my heart hammered in my chest, feeling as if this was a war I couldn't win.

Then I heard it.Hervoice. Faint at first, like a whisper carried by the wind, then louder, more desperate.

"Virgil! Please! Help me!"

Her cry pierced through the fog like a blade, sharp and filled with desperate panic. I broke into a run, boots crunching over brittle leaves, but no matter how fast I moved, she was always just out of reach. The trees twisted, contorted, and blocked my path, obstructing my every step. The fog thickened, wrapping around my chest like a vice, stealing the air from my lungs.

"Barythaya!" I roared, my throat raw, my voice cracking under the weight of my fear. Nothing. Just the endless maze of trees, the fog, and her voice slipping further away.

"Please, Virgil!" Her scream tore through the woods, echoing off the bark, raw and terrified. My blood ran cold. I pushed harder, legs heavy, breath coming in sharp, jagged gasps. Ihadto find her. I had to.

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