Page 20 of Virgil's Demons

Her lips parted, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she looked down at the thin trail of blood, her eyes dark with desire. "More," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but the need in her tone was undeniable.

I pressed my lips to her neck, kissing the delicate skin just above the pulse point, the blade still pressed against her thigh. "You're mine now," I growled, my voice rough with arousal.

"Yes, please," she nodded, her hands gripping my shoulders as I bit down on her neck, running my tongue down the base of it until my mouth was on hers again. I kissed her hard and deep, the taste of her blood lingering on my lips.

Her body trembled against mine as I slid the blade down her neck, following that same trail I had just left with my mouth. I watched her reaction closely—her breath hitched, and her pulse quickened beneath my fingertips. She didn't pull away. Instead, her gaze remained locked on mine, dark and daring, silently begging for more.

I gripped her thigh tightly, letting the knife's tip graze her skin and over her panties. "Are you afraid?" I asked, my voice low, almost a growl.

Her lips parted slightly, a soft breath escaping as she shook her head. "No."

With a slow, deliberate motion, I dragged the blade gently beneath the rim of her pantyline, jerking lightly, just enough to draw a thin line of crimson. Her body tensed, but she didn't flinch. Instead, her breath quickened, and her eyes fluttered closed as a soft moan escaped her lips. The sight of her blood, dark against her pale skin, sent a surge of primal hunger coursing through me.

Without hesitation, I leaned down and ran my tongue along the thin cut, tasting her, savoring the metallic tang of her blood. I slid her panties to the side, sliding my tongue over her wetness and filling it with the taste of her juices. She gasped softly, her fingers curling into my hair as I licked her skin clean, leaving no trace of the wound behind except for the heat of my touch.

"God, Barythaya..." I groaned against her pussy, the taste of her still lingering on my lips. She was intoxicating, and I wanted more.

Her hips bucked slightly against me as I pulled back to meet her gaze, the blood now wiped clean, but the desire still burning fiercely between us. Her eyes were dark, full of lust and something deeper—an understanding of what we were, of the darkness we both carried inside.

"I knew you'd taste sweet," I murmured, running the flat of the blade up her clit, teasing her, making her shiver beneath my touch.

Her lips curled into a wicked smile, her nails digging into my shoulders as she arched her body toward me. "Then why stop now?" she whispered, her voice thick with need.

I let out a dark, rough laugh as I pressed my lips to hers again, the blade still in hand, the taste of her blood mingling with the kiss. I knew this was dangerous—this dance of violence and lust—but I didn't care. She was a magnet, pulling me in deeper, and I was too far gone to resist.

Her body moved against mine, every touch igniting the fire between us. We were both consumed, lost in the darkness, in the heat of the moment, and there was no turning back. I dragged the blade up her side, just enough to tease her skin, drawing out a shiver and a gasp that fueled the hunger building between us.

She was mine, and I wanted to mark her, to make sure she knew that.

Her body trembled under my touch, but there was no fear—only desire, raw and hungry. The thin line of blood along her side glistened under the low light, and I couldn't resist. I brought the blade up again, just barely grazing her skin before licking away the thin trail of crimson that followed. The metallic taste flooded my senses, sharp and primal, and I could feel the fireraging in both of us, stoked by every touch, every bite of the blade.

Barythaya's breath hitched, her fingers tightening in my hair, pulling me closer as I continued my torment. Her lips parted, her moan soft but laced with urgency. She wasn't just giving in—she was matching me in this dangerous dance, pushing herself into the darkness, wanting more. I could feel it in the way her hips rocked against me, the way her nails dug into my back, leaving their own marks.

She looked up at me, her eyes burning with lust, her mouth curling into a wicked smile as she whispered, "You're holding back."

I let out a low growl, the blade pressing just enough into her skin to make her breath catch, but not enough to break it. The hunger between us was electric, a storm that neither of us could control, and I didn't want to hold back any longer. She writhed beneath me, her body arching into every touch, every flick of the knife against her skin, until her soft moans filled the room like music.

I kissed her fiercely, the taste of her blood mingling with our shared breath, my hands trailing down to her hips, gripping her tightly. Every inch of her was mine in that moment, and I wanted her to feel it. To know that I wasn't leaving this time. That I couldn't.

Her voice came in ragged gasps. "More..." she begged, her voice sultry, a demand I was eager to fulfill. I pressed my forehead against hers, our breathing ragged as I watched her undo my pants. Her hands slid into my jeans and I groaned at the soft touch along my hard cock.

I could feel her pulse beneath my lips as I kissed her throat, letting the blade slide down her skin slowly, marking her in ways no one else would ever dare.

But in the haze of lust, I could feel something else creeping in—something darker.

He's here.

That voice—the one I'd tried to drown out, the one that lived in the shadows of my mind—spoke louder than ever. It was the demon, the one that had haunted me since I started down this path, always watching, always waiting for a moment of weakness.

You can't protect her,it hissed, its voice thick with malice.She'll die just like the others. And you'll be the one who kills her.

I froze, my grip on the blade tightened. Barythaya must have felt it because her hand found my cheek, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw as if trying to pull me back from the edge. "Virgil?" Her voice was soft but laced with concern.

I swallowed hard, trying to shake off the demon's voice, trying to focus on her, but the demon wouldn't stop.

You think you can save her? You're already lost. She's just another soul for me to claim through you.

I closed my eyes, my breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps. Barythaya pressed her lips to mine again, trying to anchor me, but the demon's laughter echoed in my mind, cruel and mocking. It knew my weaknesses, my fears, and it thrived on them.

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