Page 15 of Demon's Prey

"You just need to agree. And then everything will become clear."

I don't wait for her answer. The tension between us is too much, a live wire ready to spark. I close the distance, my lips brushing hers.

The moment our mouths meet, electricity ignites between us. I kiss her torridly, pouring all my pent-up desire into the contact. Her lips are soft, yielding, and I can't get enough.

I feel her tension, her hesitation. But underneath it all, there's a current of desire that matches my own. It fuels me, drives me to deepen the kiss.

My hands find her waist, pulling her closer. She's warm and alive against me, her heartbeat a frantic rhythm I can feel through her skin.

I nip at her bottom lip, eliciting a soft gasp. The sound sends a shiver down my spine. I want more, want to hear every sound she can make.

But I hold back, reining in my desire. This isn't just about lust. It's about power, about binding her to me in ways she doesn't yet understand.

I break the kiss, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. Her eyes are wide, pupils dilated with desire. Her breath comes in short pants, matching my own.

7

NARINA

His lips crash against mine with an intensity that steals my breath away. Dazirus's kiss is all-consuming, sweeping me up in a torrent of heat and desire that obliterates every other thought. In this moment, there is only the scorching press of his mouth, the slide of his tongue against mine, and the dizzying rush of being utterly possessed by a demon's passionate embrace.

My worries, my fears, my driving need for revenge - they all melt away under the onslaught of pure sensation. I drown in the heady mix of his masculine scent, the firm planes of his body molding against mine, the wicked skill with which he plunders the depths of my mouth. I am helpless against the riptide of desire.

Dazirus's hands roam over me with bold possession, tracing my body's curves. But under his smoldering touch, I am reawakened, my body thrumming with an aching need to be desired, to be the sole focus of his unfettered cravings. I revel in the undisguised hunger blazing in his crimson eyes as they drink me in.

Yet even as I teeter on the edge of surrendering completely, a flicker of clarity pierces the haze of lust. With monumental effort, I tear my lips from his, gasping for air.

"Is this...part of the contract?"

Dazirus's sensual mouth curves into a sinful grin that sends a fresh flood of heat pooling low in my belly.

"Yes," he purrs, his voice a velvet caress against my inflamed senses. "Every wicked, delectable part of it."

His fingers trail along the waistband of my worn leggings, and I stiffen instinctively, my breath catching in my throat. This is really happening - I'm baring myself, in every sense of the word, to a demon lord whose very touch ignites sinful cravings within me.

Dazirus's crimson eyes blaze with heated promise as he peels the tattered fabric away, leaving me exposed before his smoldering gaze. A shiver of vulnerability races through me, quickly chased by a forbidden thrill as his eyes hungrily devour every inch of my naked form.

"Exquisite," he rumbles in a low purr that caresses my inflamed senses.

I should feel shame, fear even, at standing so brazenly unclothed before this powerful demon. Yet Dazirus's hungry regard sets my body alight with a different kind of blaze. A desire to be thoroughly explored, intimately possessed, by his skilled hands and mouth.

When his lips trail along the slender column of my neck, I can't stifle the soft moan. His kisses are like searing brands against my feverish skin, each brush of his mouth stoking the ravenous ache burning within me.

Dazirus takes his time, worshiping every inch of my body with excruciating patience. His large hands roam freely, kneading the flesh of my waist, the swell of my hips, the fullnessof my breasts. I arch shamelessly into his touch, silently begging for more of the delicious torture.

A part of me wants Dazirus to take me hard and fast, to slake this overwhelming hunger clawing at my core. But another part - the part that has always longed to truly be seen, savored, desired - relishes how slowly and thoroughly he maps every dip, every swell, every gasp of pleasure from my lips.

Perhaps he senses my virgin trepidation and seeks to gentle me with his skilled seduction. Or perhaps this demon simply delights in stoking the fires of need until I'm little more than a writhing, whimpering mess beneath his masterful touch.

Either way, I quickly lose myself to the exquisite torment, surrendering to the storm of dark desire that threatens to consume me whole.

His lips leave mine, trailing a path of fire down my neck, my collarbone, every kiss igniting a spark that sets my skin ablaze. My body moves of its own accord, craving more of his touch. He knows exactly what he's doing, this demon with his wicked smile and even more wicked tongue.

Dazirus's mouth moves lower, kissing every inch of my skin as if it were sacred ground. I shiver in anticipation as he trails kisses down past my stomach, his intent clear. My heart pounds in my chest, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through me.

When he kisses the inside of my thighs, I gasp, the sensation driving me wild. His lips are soft, yet his touch is firm, a contrast that sends jolts of pleasure straight to my core. He's so close to my pussy, yet not quite there, teasing me with his proximity. His warm breath blows over my throbbing clit and I groan for mercy.

"Dazirus," I whisper, a plea, a demand, I'm not sure which. All I know is that I need him, need his touch, need the release that only he can give me.

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