Page 41 of Unbinding the Demon
“I’m sorry too. I should have kept my word and stayed away from that priest,” I found myself saying.
“It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize.” His gaze softened even further as he brushed my cheek with his thumb and then gave me a lingering kiss. “Now, shall we begin?” He smiled down at me.
“Sure.” I smiled back up at him, then wrapped my arms around him in a much-needed hug.
He returned the hug and wrapped me up in his strong, intimate embrace. My heart had outweighed my common sense, but I was glad that it did. I closed my eyes against his chest and smiled with relief, accepting his apology. His fiery, spicy scent filled my nose and comforted me. It was a scent that was beginning to smell like home. After a long moment, his hands began to trail down my back, and he slowly lifted my shirt over my head.
“I thought we were going to practice yoga?” My brow raised in confusion. I certainly wanted to have sex tonight, but I also wanted to try this unknown practice out first.
He grinned with a small chuckle. “Oh, we’re not wearing clothes for this type of yoga.” He bent down and lightly kissed along my neck as he continued to undress me.
Once I was completely naked, he undressed himself. The warm candlelight flickered across his well-defined muscles and ghoulish tattoos as he lifted his shirt over his head. The sight reminded me of my demonic dreams, causing my stomach to clench with anticipation. He removed his pants, revealing a large bulge in his boxers that left my legs feeling like Jell-O. Then his boxers dropped too.
He circled around and stood behind me with my back against him. His warm, hard cock pressed firmly against my lower back, causing my sex to swell with want. He sensually slid his hands down my arms, taking my hands to close them together at my heart center with his over mine. His were so large they completely enveloped mine, surrounding them with his warming touch.
“The idea behind tantra is to become both spiritually and physically intimate, to become one on a soul level. It should be started with a mantra. I've chosen my favorite, which is, ‘SaTaNaMa.’ Just follow my lead.” His voice was deep and seductive in my ear.
“SaTaNaMa... SaTaNaMa... SaTaNaMa...”My feminine voice and his masculine one vibrated the words together as if they were one unified sound. The mantra vibrated out from his chest and into my body, heightening every nerve. I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle because this was a side of him I hadn’t known before. He was the last person I would have guessed to be into obscure yogic practices. Just when I thought I had him all figured out, he surprised me and pulled this out of his hat.
He led me into a series of different intimate yoga poses. Our naked bodies slowly intertwined and unraveled, pressing against one another with sensual fluidity. We both gave and received tender kisses and intimate caresses as we stretched and moved. My slim, curvy body matched and complemented the movements of his large, muscular one with grace. With every position, my arousal grew, coating my outer lips with a glistening dew. His erection bobbed and twitched as he moved, the swollen veins throbbing with need. It took all my willpower not to pounce on him like a starving cheetah and frantically sink down over his cock again and again.
Even though we weren’t having sex, it was still the most intimate thing I’d ever done with someone. I felt so close to him, like our very souls were bonding. He sat down cross-legged and guided my body onto his lap, with me facing him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and finally felt his hard member against my slippery, soaking wet slit. His hands massaged my breasts firmly, using his thumbs to play with my nipples.
Emerald green clashed with glistening gold as he gazed into my eyes and I back into his. The warm, flickering candlelight married the cool, steady moonlight, as they contrasted with each other upon our entwined flesh. He moved his hands from my breasts and held them up on either side of us. I instinctively placed mine against his and pressed our palms together. His fingers interlaced with mine as he leaned in and graced my lips with a passionate kiss. My legs squeezed tighter around his waist, pushing his cock closer against my wet core.
His lips softly fluttered along my jaw, down my neck, and across my collarbone. A small growl rumbled in his chest, and he released my hands to wrap his arms around me, pulling me closer in a full embrace. I leaned my head against him and reached around to hold on to his strong, wide back. He positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance and then gently pushed my body over his. We were both so aroused that he effortlessly sank all the way inside my tight core, deeply penetrating me with a blissful heat.
I moaned and gripped his back even tighter, pressing my breasts closer against his chest. He began to lift me up and down over his shaft in slow, calculated movements. My head tilted back, and then my mouth was once again captured by his soft lips. Our tongues danced in fiery chaos as our bodies rhythmically joined as one.
Slow, wet slaps, growls, and moans sounded throughout the room as our amorous love making continued. It was as though our spirits were connecting and becoming one in some sort of sacred union. It felt like waves of electricity were flowing up from the base of my spine to the top of my head, like a euphoric serpent rising from the depths of hell and up into heaven. Waves of heat rippled through my body, causing sweat to break out across my glistening skin.
His eyes looked like burning amber gems, and the black rings around his irises appeared even bolder in the candlelight. They bore the essence of his soul, revealing so much darkness and sorrow lurking in their ethereal depths. Yet in that moment, a loving benevolence and tenderness towards me overshadowed it. It was so strong that it pierced my soul and shook me to my core, crumbling the impenetrable walls I’d built around my heart so long ago.
His lips found mine once again as he lowered me down onto my back in a slow yet fluid motion. My legs and arms stayed tightly wrapped around his large frame, as though I never wanted to let go. He picked up the pace, thrusting even harder and deeper into me. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his large hand roughly pinch one of my nipples.
His body continued to slam powerfully into mine with relentless speed. Our sweaty flesh feverishly slapped against each other with scorching passion. Everything was so hot, it felt like I might burn alive in his embrace. The candles flickered higher, as though controlled by some unseen force, burning up to a blazing crescendo. His mouth devoured mine and hungrily kissed all over my jaw and neck, leaving little pink welts behind. He grabbed my face and made me look into his eyes.
“Tell me you’re mine,”he growled the words while pinching my nipple again.
“I—I, oh. I’m yours! ...I’m yours-I’m yours-I’m yours!”I deliriously sputtered.
A deep growl erupted from his throat, and he looked absolutely feral. His mouth crashed down onto the side of my neck, and I felt a sharp pain piercing my flesh. I screamed as we simultaneously orgasmed, clutching each other like our lives depended on it. Heat blazed up my spine and seared through my soul, melting our burning spirits together. Reality faded for a fleeting moment, leaving just him and me, and the ineffable pleasure we created. His lips remained on my neck as he licked and sucked the area like a savage, our pleasure rippling through us.
He moved away and rested on his side, with a trickle of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He then pulled my body against his so that we were lying face to face, our legs entwined. His softening cock glistened over his thigh and tickled my leg. I placed my trembling hand over the side of my neck and then looked at it, finding blood on my fingers...He fucking bit me?
“You’re mine,” he whispered as he took my hand and slowly licked the sticky blood from my fingers, one at a time. There was a look of contentment on his face while his silky tongue cleaned away every last drop. He placed a tender kiss on my palm once he was done.
We stayed there, panting in each other’s embrace, as our sweaty bodies shimmered under the silvery moonlight. I knew I should have felt unsettled by the fact that he had just gone all Dracula on me, but I didn’t because of the amount of pure intimacy I was feeling with him. It was like we’d truly connected on a spiritual soul level. Any doubt I had about being with him was gone. I was his, mind, body, and soul. And I felt completely safe in his arms...It was weird.
“Ashton,” I asked, my voice as soft as the moonlight streaming in through the window.
“Yes, Buttercup?”
“I lied when I told you I didn’t know what I wanted to talk to the priest about,” I admitted as I gazed into his piercing eyes.
“I know.” He kissed my hand again without breaking eye contact.
“While jogging, I noticed a missing person poster for that guy you killed at the party. I felt really guilty about it and just wanted someone to talk to. I wasn’t going to tell him any incriminating details, though. I wouldn’t have even mentioned your name or that I knew what really happened,” I rambled and then bit my lower lip, my stomach twisting with nervousness.
