Page 23 of Fated to the Demon

I lean in close, my lips brushing Claudia's ear. "Stab him in the heart, my dear. Then we'll drink his blood together."

Her eyes widen, a mix of shock and excitement dancing across her face. She nods, her grip tightening on the knife. I can feel her pulse racing, her body thrumming with anticipation.

"Do it," I urge, my voice a low growl.

Claudia steps forward, her movements fluid and purposeful. The captain's eyes bulge with terror as she raises the blade. In one swift motion, she plunges it deep into his chest.

His scream pierces the air, a final, agonized wail before death claims him. The room falls silent, save for the soft drip of blood hitting the floor. Claudia stands there, transfixed by the sight of her handiwork, her chest heaving with exertion and excitement.

I snap my fingers, and two ornate crystal glasses materialize in my hand. Carefully, I collect the captain's still-warm blood, filling each glass halfway. The rich, coppery scent fills the air, making my mouth water.

"A toast," I purr, offering one to Claudia. "To new beginnings."

She takes the glass, her fingers brushing mine. The contact sends a jolt of electricity through my body. We cross our arms, mimicking the gesture of human newlyweds.

Our eyes lock as we raise the glasses to our lips. I watch, mesmerized, as Claudia takes her first sip. She doesn't flinch, doesn't hesitate. Instead, a small smile plays at the corners of her mouth. Her tongue darts out to catch a stray droplet, and I have to suppress a groan at the sight.

We drink deeply, never breaking eye contact. The metallic tang of blood fills my mouth, intoxicating and familiar. But there's something different this time - a sweetness I've never tasted before. It's as if Claudia's transformation has added a new flavor to the blood, making it even more irresistible.

As we lower our empty glasses, I see a new fire burning in Claudia's eyes. She's crossed a line, embraced the darkness within herself. And I find myself craving more.

I gaze at Claudia, her eyes shimmering with a newfound darkness that sets my blood on fire. The realization hits me like a bolt of lightning - she's perfect. Absolutely perfect for me.

"You're exquisite," I growl, pulling her close. "Made for me in every way."

Before she can respond, I capture her lips in a searing kiss. She melts against me, her body molding to mine as if we were two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. My hands roam her curves, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

Claudia's fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me closer. I groan, the sound rumbling deep in my chest. My lips leave hers,trailing down her jaw to the sensitive spot just below her ear. She gasps, arching into me.

"Saturus," she breathes, her voice thick with desire.

I nip at her earlobe, savoring the way she shivers against me. "Say it again," I command.

"Saturus," she moans, louder this time. The sound of my name on her lips is sweeter than any music I've ever heard.

A small part of my mind tries to remain focused on our mission. We still need to find Narina, and deal with the general. But for now, I allow myself to revel in this moment, in the perfect union of darkness and desire that Claudia and I have become.

This is just the beginning of our reign of terror, and I can't wait to see what delicious chaos we'll unleash upon the world.

15

CLAUDIA

His lips crash against mine, hungry and demanding. I melt into him, my body molding to his perfect form. The taste of blood lingers on our tongues, metallic and intoxicating. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and desire. The cold stone walls and flickering torchlight add an eerie yet intimate atmosphere to our embrace.

"Perfect," Saturus growls between kisses. "You're perfect for me."

My heart races. Yes, we are perfect together. This demon - this magnificent, terrifying creature - has utterly transformed my life in mere hours.

I pull back, gazing into his mismatched eyes. One red, one blue - both burning with desire. For me.

"You've given me so much," I whisper. Power thrums through my veins, dark and seductive. I flex my fingers, marveling at the strength coiled within. "I never knew I could feel this way."

His hand cups my cheek, thumb tracing my lower lip. "And I'll give you more, little one. So much more."

A shiver runs down my spine. Before today, I never imagined feeling like this - consumed by lust, drunk on power, reveling in violence. My old self would be horrified.

But that weak, powerless girl is gone. Saturus has awakened something primal within me. Something hungry.

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