Page 68 of Unholy Fate

I gave a casual shrug. “Raided the medicine cabinet. Found some industrial-strength sleeping pills. I Googled it. Results suggested it was strong enough to knock out a horse.”

Levi rolled his eyes. “And you thought that was a good idea?”

From the bed, Aziz let out a chuckle, dark eyes glinting with wicked amusement. “Too bad. I was going to suggest orgasms next. You know, clear the blockage.”

My eyebrow quirked up. Aziz wasn’t wrong. I pictured Evelyn writhing beneath me, lost to ecstasy, all that purity shattered. The image sent heat pulsing through my veins. I had to play this right.

“He’s got a point,” I said smoothly. “Orgasms can help with tension and blockages. It’s… practical.”

Aziz’s grin widened, revealing sharp white teeth. “Why stop at practicality? Have some fun with it.” His gaze drifted hungrily over Evelyn’s curves. “Besides, I forgot you could just ask her.”

A soft chuckle escaped me as ideas blossomed, each more deliciously corrupt than the last. My eyes glowed gold, betraying my growing excitement.

“You know,” I purred, “that’s not a bad idea at all.”

I approached Evelyn and brushed my fingers lightly against her forehead, closing my eyes and willing myself into her dreamscape. The world around me twisted and contorted into a shadowy version of the bedroom. Evelyn lay on the bed with her face contorted in pain.

“Evelyn,” I whispered. “It’s hurting even here?”

Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me, her gaze full of misery. “Terribly. It feels like my head is going to split open.”

My heart clenched. I couldn’t stand to see her like this. I crouched beside the bed, my voice low and soothing.

“The next thing we were going to suggest was an orgasm. Do you want us to try? It might help.”

Evelyn hesitated for only a moment. “At this point, I don’t care. Do anything—just make the pain stop.”

Her words cut through me like a knife. “All right. Just relax. Let us take care of you.”

I moved onto the bed beside her, and the room’s atmosphere shifted. The shadows receded, and the air became warmer. Herbody tensed under my touch, but I didn’t let that deter me. This was what she needed, what would help ease her pain.

I ran my fingers over her arms, her shoulders, her chest. She began to relax and I leaned closer to her, my lips brushing against her ear.

“Focus on my touch,” I whispered. “Not the pain.”

She exhaled shakily, her body responding instinctively to my now familiar touch. I sensed the tension transforming into something else entirely, something warmer, more alive.

And in that moment I realized just how much I’d grown to care for her. How much I wanted to protect her.

Because she wasn’t just another human for me to corrupt. She was mine.

I moved my hand further down her body and over her hip before sinking my fingers into her folds. A needy moan slipped from her lips and she moved her hips with my fingers.

When I slid two fingers inside her, she gasped and bucked her hips. I fucked her with my fingers, building the pleasure. Every thrust was designed to bring her closer to release. Heat built and her soft gasps and moans echoed in the dreamscape. I sensed her body tense up, ready for the crescendo, and I increased my pace, my movements becoming more deliberate, more insistent.

And then, she shattered with a passionate cry as her orgasm washed her. Damn. She was beautiful when she came.

The waves of pleasure rolled off of her and she melted into the bed. Her expression softened and her eyes fluttered open.

“Better?” I asked, my voice low, almost tender. Almost.

She nodded, a small sigh escaping her lips. “Some. Thank you. It still hurts, though.”

I stepped back from the dream, the room around me fading as I withdrew. I opened my eyes to find myself back in the penthouse, standing over Evelyn’s sleeping form. Levi raised an eyebrow, his green eyes glowing like galaxies in his demon form.

“Well?” Levi asked.

I looked down at Evelyn, her face scrunched up, echoing the pain in her dreams. “An orgasm helped,” I said. “Let’s see if more do the trick.”

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