Page 42 of Demon's Prey

"Dazirus," she says, her voice soft. "I... I want to thank you. For everything you've done. For bringing me to my sister, for helping me get my revenge. For..." She trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.

I don't let her finish. In two strides, I close the distance between us. My hands cup her face, and I kiss her passionately. Her lips are soft against mine, yielding yet eager. I pour everything I feel for her into that kiss - my love, my devotion, my promise to Claudia.

After all, I did promise to take good care of Narina. And I intend to keep that promise in every way possible.

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NARINA

Ifollow Dazirus down the dimly lit hallway, our footsteps echoing off the stone walls. My heart races, not from fear, but from the electric tension between us. As we approach his quarters—no, our quarters now—a thrill runs through me.

Inside, I turn to face him, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Dazirus, are you certain?” I ask. “Is it truly us, and not just the Contract binding us together?"

His crimson eyes lock onto mine, burning with an intensity that takes my breath away.

"Narina," he says, his voice low and husky. "I am absolutely certain. I love you with every fiber of my being. This isn't the Contract—it's us."

He steps closer, his warm breath fanning across my face. "You need to understand something, my love. No one can love or hate with more passion than a demon. Are you prepared for what you've unleashed?"

A molten heat pools in my belly at his words. I meet his gaze, unflinching, desire coursing through my veins. "I can take whatever you can dish out, Dazirus."

My words hang in the air between us, charged with promise and challenge. I watch as his eyes darken, pupils dilating with want. The air crackles with anticipation, and I find myself holding my breath, waiting for his next move.

My words hang in the air between us, charged with promise and challenge. I watch as his eyes darken, pupils dilating with want. The air crackles with anticipation, and I find myself holding my breath, waiting for his next move.

Suddenly, Dazirus transforms into his full, demonic form. His wings unfurl, and scales ripple across his body, reflecting the dim light. The sight of him, in all his terrifying glory, sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. He grabs me, pulling me close, and kisses me hard and deep.

I allow myself to be swept away by our mutually shared desire. I am no longer unsure. I know for certain that Dazirus loves me, just as I know for certain that I love him.

His hand slides down the curve of my back. I can feel the sharpness of his claws, a thrilling contrast to the softness of his lips. Dazirus grabs my ass, kneading my flesh. I moan and grind myself against him as his tongue conquers my mouth.

Dazirus suddenly pushes me out to arm's length. I'm confused, until Dazirus uses his claws to rip my clothing off with one fell swoop.

The sudden exposure, the feeling of his gaze on her newly-naked skin, drives me wild. My pussy throbs with anticipation as Dazirus grabs me again.

I cry out with delight as Dazirus latches onto my nipple. His hands pry my ass cheeks apart. I shiver when he runs a finger through the groove of my dripping wet pussy. The thrill of his touch has my heart beating so fast I fear it will explode.

“Dazirus,” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper as his mouth moves from one nipple to the other, his tongue tracing a paththat sends shivers down my spine. His fingers delve deeper, exploring every inch of my skin as if it were a sacred ground.

“You’re so beautiful, Narina,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot and heavy. His hands are everywhere, caressing, squeezing, possessing. I can feel the heat of his body against mine, the hardness of his cock pressing against my thigh.

I arch my back, pressing myself closer to him, desperate for more. His finger slips inside me, and I let out a moan, my body trembling with need. He moves slowly at first, teasing me, drawing out a gasp from deep within me. Then he adds another finger, stretching me, filling me.

“Gods, you’re so wet,” he growls, his voice low and rough. His fingers move faster, driving me to the edge. I can feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in my core.

“Dazirus, please,” I beg, my voice a breathless plea. I need him, all of him. I need to feel him inside me, to claim me, to make me his.

He lifts his head, his crimson eyes burning with desire. “You want more, don’t you?” he asks, his voice a low rumble. “You want me to fuck you, to make you mine?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my body trembling with anticipation. “I want you, Dazirus. I want you to make me yours.”

He smiles, a wicked, dangerous smile that sends a thrill through me.

“Then that’s what you’ll get,” he says, his voice a promise. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I whimper at the loss, but he doesn’t leave me wanting for long. He positions himself between my legs, his cock poised at my entrance.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice a low growl.

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