Page 35 of Damsel to the Demon

He pulls me closer, his demonic features softening. "Then let me show you," he says. "Give yourself to me. Not just for the contract, but completely."

My heart races at his words.

Is this what I want?

But as I look into his eyes, I see something I never expected – a glimmer of genuine care, maybe even love.

He leans in, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers, "Can I be your new purpose in life?"

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AZARUK

Mercedes's eyes widen, surprise flickering across her blood-splattered face. For a moment, I fear I've overstepped. But then her lips curve into a soft smile, and relief washes over me.

"Yes," she whispers. "I'm ready to leave this behind. To start anew... with you."

My non-existent heart races. I've never felt this way before - this strange, intoxicating mix of possessiveness and... something else. Something warm and unfamiliar.

I pull her close, my talons gentle against her skin. The scent of blood and death surrounds us, but all I can focus on is her - the depth of her eyes, the curve of her lips.

Our mouths meet in a searing kiss. It's different from before - not just lust and power, but something more. Something that makes my demonic soul sing.

I taste the salt of her tears, the copper of blood. My tongue explores her mouth as my hands roam her body. She moans softly, pressing closer.

When we finally part, breathless, I see a new light in her eyes.

Gone is the broken girl I first encountered. In her place stands a woman reborn, fierce and beautiful.

"What now?" she asks, her voice husky.

I grin, showing my fangs. "Now, my dear, we conquer the world."

I take her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against my demonic flesh. The contrast thrills me in ways I never thought possible. "It's time to leave this place behind," I tell her, my voice low and husky. "Are you ready for a new adventure?"

Her eyes, those mesmerizing orbs that first captivated me, sparkle with anticipation. "More than ready," she breathes.

With a flick of my wrist, I summon my power. The air around us crackles with energy, and a shimmering portal materializes before us. Through its swirling depths, I catch glimpses of Glacies - a realm of eternal winter and untamed magic.

"Welcome to my world," I purr, gesturing toward the portal. "Shall we?"

Mercedes hesitates for just a moment, her gaze sweeping over the carnage we're leaving behind. Blood stains the floors, and the scent of death hangs heavy in the air. But when she looks back at me, there's no regret in her eyes - only fierce determination.

"Let's go," she says firmly.

I pull her close, wrapping my arm around her waist. Together, we step through the portal. I feel her tense against me, but I hold her tight.

The portal swallows us whole, and suddenly, we're adrift in a sea of stardust and whispers. She clings to me, her eyes wide with wonder as she takes in the spectacle. I can't help but stare at her, the lights dancing off her skin, her hair a wild halo around her face. She's breathtaking.

"Azaruk," she breathes, her voice barely audible over the hum of the portal. "This is... incredible."

I smile, pulling her closer. "Just wait until you see my world."

Her eyes meet mine, and there's a softness there, a warmth that makes my heart race. She leans in, her lips brushing against mine, gentle and exploratory. It's a far cry from our previous encounters, fueled by desperation and hunger. This time, it's different. This time, it's just us, lost in the moment, lost in each other.

"Mercedes," I murmur against her lips, my hands cupping her face. Her skin is soft, warm, and I can feel her pulse quickening under my touch. I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her, savoring her. She moans softly, her body pressing against mine, and I can feel her need, her desire, mirroring my own.

But this time, there's no rush, no urgency. This time, I want to worship her, to show her what she means to me. I trail kisses down her neck, my hands roaming her body, learning her curves, her secrets. She gasps as I cup her breast, my thumb brushing against her nipple, teasing it to a peak.

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