Page 23 of Demon's Dark Love

"Good," he smirks, pulling me into a hidden alcove behind a tapestry. "Fear doesn't suit you."

He leans in, his breath warm against my ear. "I can't stop thinking about you."

I swallow hard, the air thick with the scent of old stone and the faint, spicy aroma of his skin.

"I thought demons didn't think," I tease, my voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckles, a low rumble that reverberates through me. "We don't. We act."

His lips capture mine in a kiss that starts slow, almost hesitant, but quickly deepens. I melt against him, feeling thehard lines of his body pressed to mine. His hands roam, one tangling in my hair, the other trailing down my back.

I gasp as his touch ignites a fire in me, and I pull him closer, desperate for more. Our kiss grows more urgent, more demanding. His tongue dances with mine, exploring, tasting, claiming.

He pulls back, his eyes dark with need. "Lily," he breathes, my name a promise on his lips. He smiles, both wicked and sexy.

"What?" I say, tangling my fingers in his dark hair.

"I was thinking it's me who is the slave now."

I melt further into him, feeling a hot need between my legs.

"Command me," he rasps into my neck. I can feel his hot hardness pressing into my abdomen.

I gently touch him and he jerks under my fingers, then relaxes into my strokes with a moan.

I want him inside me. I want him now.

"Enoch," I reply, my voice trembling with anticipation. "Take me."

He doesn't need more encouragement. With a swift motion, he lifts me, pressing me against the cold stone wall. My legs wrap around his waist, and he captures my lips again, more fiercely this time.

Clothes are a nuisance, discarded in a flurry of movement. His skin is hot against mine, his touch electric. I feel his need, his desperation, mirrored in my own.

He is beautiful, muscled and lean. His shaft is large and eager. I shift my hips and slide across its length, making us both gasp.

"You're mine," he growls, positioning himself at my entrance.

"Yes," I breathe, arching into him. "Yours."

He thrusts into me, filling me completely. I cry out, the sensation overwhelming. He pauses and looks into my eyes, his breath ragged.

His look is intense and it burns into me. His member throbs inside me and I gasp, gripping his hard shoulder pulling desperately.

"Enoch," I gasp. "Don't stop."

He begins to move with a rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through me.

The magic of our bodies flares to life, swirling around us in a visible dance of light and shadow. His power mingles with mine, creating something new, something neither wholly human nor demon.

"Do you feel that?" he asks, his voice strained against my neck. He kisses my neck and bites my ear as he thrusts harder, deeper.

"Yes," I gasp, clutching his shoulders. "More, more! Enoch!"

He obliges, his movements becoming more frenzied, more desperate. The magic around us intensifies, crackling with energy. I can feel it in every touch, every kiss, binding us together in ways I can't yet understand.

With a final, powerful thrust, we both shatter, our cries mingling in the air. The magic explodes around us, a blinding light that leaves us breathless and spent.

Enoch rests his forehead against mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're beautiful," he whispers.

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