Page 60 of Virgil's Demons

"Say your message and leave us alone."

"Belial is not gone."

The demon's name stopped me in my tracks. "It's gone. We made sure of it," I shook.

"I've spoken to it. It is growing restless. Furious. And a furious demon has no mercy."

A chill races up my spine. "Then I'll put him back in chains," I grit out through clenched teeth. "I will keep him down there myself if I have to."

"That's not up to you," Death replies with eerie calm.

"Then who?" I sneer, my voice low, almost a growl. "God?"

Death's chuckle is low and bone-chilling. "You're just a man, Virgil."

It floats closer, tendrils of its cloak brush past me as it gazes down on Barythaya's sleeping form. Its voice softens. "She is beautiful."

Fear twists in my gut, the kind that doesn't paralyze you but makes you want to fight like hell. I wanted to throw myself between them, to shield her and take her away from this nightmare.

"Don't fear me, Virgil," Death whispers, its gaze still fixed on her. "Fear the demon that haunts her… and your unborn child."

My heart stops. The air stills, and everything sharpens in that moment. I stared down at Barythaya, lying so peacefully beside me, oblivious to what was happening around her.

Unborn child.

The weight of those words hits me like a sledgehammer. My body stiffens, my hands trembling as the reality crashes in.She was pregnant."How do I defeat it?" I rasped, my voice barely a whisper.

But Death's form begins to dissipate, the edges of his figure blurring into the shadows.

"How do I defeat it?" I roar, my voice echoing through the room. I must have yelled too loud because Barythaya stirred beside me, I slid back into the bed beside her, her hand finding its way to my chest.

"Baby, you alright?" Her voice was soft and groggy, her eyes still half-lidded with sleep. She presses herself closer, her warmth grounding me in a way I can't explain.

I force a smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Just a bad dream, baby. Go back to sleep."

She lets out a sleepy murmur and snuggles against me, her breathing evening out again as she drifts back into slumber. But I can't move. I hold her tighter, clinging to her like she's the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.

The demon's laughter, dark and cruel, echoes in my mind, a reminder that sleep will never come for me again.

But she's pregnant. My heart thunders in my chest, the magnitude of it all sinking in, drowning me in equal parts terror and love.

I need to feel her. I need to remind myself that she's here, that we're alive, that despite the darkness that's threatening us, there's still love around us.

I shift her gently, my hands caressing her body, tracing the soft curves of her hips. I open her legs, sliding down between them as I slide her panties off her.

She moans softly, her eyes still closed as I tease her pussy, running the tips of my fingertips over her soft bare lips. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open, and there's something in her gaze—something raw that pulls me in deeper.

"Virgil," she whispers, her voice thick with sleep, but there's a softness there, a warmth that makes my chest ache.

I press my mouth to her, loving the guttural groan that makes her arch back. I lap at her clit in slow deliberate circles and watch as her heels come off the bed, her toes curl and the sheets beneath her hands, succumb to her white-knuckled grip.

"Virgil," my name drips off her lips in a sensually erotic way. A purr that's meant only for me and I revel in it.

My tongue finds its way to her opening, and it lingers there, teasing her. Her legs widen, and her hips begin to dance. I smile, sliding a finger inside of her, curling it in just the right way to make her give out that perfect high-pitched moan that made my cock grow long and hard for her.

"I'm going to fuck this perfect pussy, baby girl."

"God, yes," she hissed as I sucked on her clit.

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