Page 15 of Damsel to the Demon

A triumphant grin spreads across my face.

Fuck, this is even better than I'd hoped.

I lean in close, letting my hot breath caress her ear. "Say the words, Mercedes. Swear yourself to me."

I watch as she swallows hard, steeling herself. The anticipation builds within me, my demonic blood singing with the promise of what's to come.

"I, Mercedes, swear myself to you, Azaruk," she says, her words sending a thrill through my body. "Body and soul, I am yours."

The power of her oath washes over me, and I can feel the invisible threads of our pact forming. This human, with her beautiful brown eyes and soft curves, has just handed herself over to me completely. And damn, does it feel good.

Her words ignite a fire within me. I breathe them in, savoring the moment.

"Good girl," I purr, running a talon along her jawline. "Now, let's seal this deal."

I pull her close, crushing her soft body against my hard planes. Her breath hitches, eyes widening. Such expressive eyes. I can't wait to see them filled with pleasure and pain.

"This might hurt," I warn, flashing my fangs. "But you want the pain, don't you? To remind you why you're here."

She nods, resolve hardening her features. “Whatever it takes."

I don't need further invitation. My mouth crashes onto hers, tongue plundering, tasting her fear and determination. She whimpers but doesn't pull away.

Good. She's learning already.

My claws rake down her back, shredding the remains of her wedding dress. The irony isn't lost on me. Married to death this morning, and now to a demon. I growl into the kiss, arousal spiking.

I break away, admiring her flushed face and heaving chest. "Last chance to back out, little human."

"Never," she spits, fire in those captivating eyes.

Grinning, I lift her easily, pinning her against the cold stone wall. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively. I grind against her, letting her feel exactly what she's in for.

"Remember," I growl, nipping at her throat. "You asked for this."

Her eyes bore into mine, a mix of fear and determination swirling within them. I can't help but smirk, the predator in me reveling in her fight.

"You want revenge?" I growl, pinning her wrists above her head. "Take it out on me. Show me your rage, little human."

She struggles against my grip, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're a monster," she spits, but her eyes betray her. There's a spark of lust, a hunger that matches my own.

"And you love it," I purr, grinding against her. Her body responds, arching into mine. She can deny it all she wants, but her body knows what it needs.

I release her wrists, daring her to push me away. Instead, her hands find my shoulders, nails digging into my flesh. The pain is exquisite, fueling my desire. She's not gentle, not timid. She's a wildcat, clawing and biting, taking out her anger on me.

Her eyes never leave mine. They're filled with a storm of emotions - anger, lust, pain. It's intoxicating. I've seen countless eyes, collected them even, but none have ever held such raw, unadulterated life.

“Good girl. Remind me why we’re here.”

I grab her hips, pulling her closer. She gasps as I enter her, her eyes widening. But she doesn't look away. She meets my gaze, challenging me, daring me to give her more.

“Oh my god,” she gasps.

Our bodies move in a savage dance, each thrust a battle, each moan a victory. She's not making love; she's fighting, taking out her rage on me. And I fucking love it.

“You’re surprisingly good at this, little human. Your anger makes you fucking savage.”

Her eyes flash, a mix of defiance and desire. She's not just fucking me; she's claiming me, marking me as hers. And in this moment, I am. I'm hers, just as much as she is mine.

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