Page 79 of The Hellkeeper

Silence.

Then…a whisper of movement.

He's close.

So close.

I press a hand to my stomach, feeling the heat coiling low. I'm so turned on.

And when I move to bolt again, a hand clamps around my wrist.

I barely have time to gasp before I'm spun and shoved against the shrine. My wrists are pinned above my head, Damien's body pressing flush against mine.

I don't struggle. Instead, I tilt my head, offering my throat.

A growl rips from his chest. "You think I wouldn't find you, little flower?"

"I think you let me run longer than usual."

"I was deciding what to do with you."

"And?"

He lowers his head, teeth scraping over my jaw. "I'm going to ruin you."

And as he lifts me into his arms, carrying me through the remains of our destruction, I know I will let him.

Again.

And again.

And again.

His hands are everywhere. They feel like fire. He squeezes my ass, my breasts, my thighs. And just like every time he touches me, I feel complete.

He slams me into the cold earth, the ashes of the village sticking to my skin. His weight flattens me into the ground.

His mouth crashes onto mine. The kiss is brutal, claiming, full of the ferocity of everything he's done to this place, to these people, to me. He tastes like smoke, like blood. Like hell. Like heaven.

"I'm going to remake you. And when I'm done, you won't know where the darkness ends and you begin," he hisses, licking from my ear to my collarbone.

I bite back a moan. It's a pleasure I no longer shy from. Everything I do with Damien is right. Even in its filthiness, it's perfect.

"You were never meant for them. And you'll never be theirs again," he vows, ripping my dress down the middle. I'm left in just my wet panties. "I own you."

My body arches into his, eager. Hungry for this twisted brand of salvation.

"I've always been yours."

"You're so perfect, little flower," he whispers around a mouthful of my nipple. He tugs at it, then soothes with soft licks. I melt.

"Do you like being touched on top of what I burned for you?" he hums, mouth still wrapped around one nipple while he pinches the other.

I shudder, my body answering him before I do. Still, I nod.

He presses open-mouthed kisses on my stomach. It shines with his spit. He licks at me like an ice cream cone, and the nerves there spark straight to my clit. The pleasure is blinding.

"I will tear down empires, end legacies, burn religions for you. Say it."

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