Page 11 of The Demon's Secret Baby

"It's beautiful," she whispers.

"Yes," I agree, but I'm not looking at the sunset anymore. My eyes are fixed on her, taking in every detail of her face.

Zylpha notices my gaze, her cheeks flushing slightly. She doesn't look away, though. Instead, her eyes meet mine, filled with an intensity I've never seen before.

Time seems to slow as I lean in, drawn by an invisible force. Zylpha's eyes flutter closed, and I feel her breath, warm against my skin. My heart pounds in my chest, a sensation I'd long forgotten.

Our lips meet, soft and tentative at first. The kiss is gentle, a mere whisper of contact, but it sends electricity coursing through my body. Zylpha's hand comes up to rest on my chest, and I cup her face gently, deepening the kiss.

I deepen the kiss, my hands trailing down Zylpha's back, feeling her soft skin beneath my rough palms. Her body presses against mine, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer. The heat between us intensifies, a fire stoked by our shared desire.

Suddenly, she shifts, her hands gripping my shoulders as she climbs onto my lap, her legs straddling me. Her eyes meet mine, filled with a hunger that mirrors my own.

I kiss down her neck, tasting her sweet skin, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips. I've never wanted anything more than I want her in this moment. She lets out a soft moan, her head tilting back, exposing more of her delicate throat.

Her fingers find the hem of her top, and she pulls it off in one swift motion. I lean back, my eyes roaming over her, taking in every curve, every freckle. She's breathtaking.

"Sunshine," I murmur, my voice hoarse with desire. "Do you want this?"

Her eyes meet mine, filled with determination. "Yes," she whispers. "I want you, Volezimir."

I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "Have you... have you done this before?"

Memories cloud her gaze, shadows of a past she'd rather forget. Biting down on her lip, she whispers, "Never that I wanted."

I cup her face gently, my thumb brushing away a stray tear. "We don't have to?—"

She cuts me off, her voice steadier now. "I want to, Volezimir. I want you to give me a good memory."

I nod, my resolve strengthening. I kiss her, pouring all my pent-up emotions into it. I lay her back gently, my hands exploring her body, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. I tear off my shirt, needing to feel her skin against mine. Her hands reach for my pants, her fingers fumbling with the laces. I help her, our hands working together to shed the rest of our clothes.

"Are you sure about this, Sunshine?" My voice comes out hoarse, barely a whisper. I need to hear her say it again. I need to know this is what she wants.

"Yes, Volezimir." Her voice is steady, her eyes never leaving mine. "I want you."

A growl rumbles deep in my chest, primitive and possessive. I capture her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply, pouring all my pent-up desire into her. Her hands grasp at my shoulders, pulling me closer, her body arching against mine.

I trail kisses down her neck, tasting her sweet skin, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips. I move lower, exploring every inch of her body, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan. I want to know it all.

She shivers as I kiss the scar on her left forearm, a remnant of her past pain. I linger there, wanting to replace that old hurt with new pleasure. Her fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me, urging me on.

I move back up her body, capturing her mouth again. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me against her. I canfeel her heat, her desire, pressing against me. I growl again, my body aching with need.

"Please, Volezimir," she whispers against my lips. "I need you."

I position myself at her entrance, my eyes locked onto hers. I push into her slowly, gently, giving her time to adjust. Her eyes widen, her breath hitches, but she never looks away. She takes all of me, her body accepting mine like we were made for each other.

I start to move, slow and steady, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. Her hips meet mine, matching my rhythm, her body moving in sync with mine.

Her hands roam my body, tracing the scars on my back, the ridges of my horns. She touches me like she can't get enough, like she wants to know every part of me. I've never felt so wanted, so alive.

I can feel her climax building, her body tensing, her breath coming in quick gasps. I pick up my pace, driving into her with more force, more urgency. I want to feel her come undone around me.

"Volezimir," she gasps, her nails digging into my back. "I'm... I'm..."

"Let go, Zylpha," I murmur, my voice rough. "I've got you."

She cries out, her body convulsing around me, her climax triggering my own. I roar her name, my body shuddering as I release into her, waves of pleasure crashing over me.

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