Page 67 of Unbinding the Demon
“Forgive me, my love.” I wistfully smiled as I appeared back in the physical realm with a misty black cloud, once again in my human illusion. I stayed there, continuing to caress her until she fluttered her enchanting eyes open and looked at me with a sleepy smile. I gazed upon her lovingly and kissed her supple pink lips. “Good morning, my love,” I greeted as I caressed her soft, rosy cheek.
“Good morning, Ashton, my love,” she replied with a yawn and a slight giggle. I chuckled at her, even though I longed to hear my true name come from those beautiful lips. She furrowed her brows and inquisitively touched a lock of my wet hair. “Your hair is wet,” she said in confusion. “Did you already take a shower?”
“No, I took a dip in the lake before you woke up.” I rolled on top of her with a grin, causing her breasts to bounce.
She laughed and placed her hands on my chest. “Yeah right, you’d be a popsicle if you did that! And you feel plenty warm to me!”
“I’m hot-blooded; what can I say?” I shrugged, then began kissing her delicate neck. I knew she didn’t believe me, but at least I wasn’t being dishonest with her.
My lips lingered on my claim as I placed sloppy open-mouthed kisses over it, causing her to writhe with lust beneath me. My kisses then traveled lower, lingering on her soft, round breasts, as I lightly nibbled on her pearled nipples. She moaned and wove her hands through my damp hair, inviting me to suck harder on her succulent flesh. I dipped beneath the blankets and made my way to her divine, weeping center. I fanned my hot breath over her glistening pussy, knowing this would have her biting her lip in anticipation of my lustful assault.
“Buttercup, are you biting your lip?” I smirked against her cunt because I already knew the answer.
“Um... yes,” she softly squeaked, as her legs trembled on either side of me.
“Good,” I growled, and my tongue darted out to ravage her.
Since I was hidden beneath the blanket, I allowed my eyes to glow and my fangs and claws to elongate. Her breathy moans and screams fueled my hunger as I devoured her sweet juices. I greedily plunged my tongue in and out of her slippery center, lapping and licking like a starving beast. I paid extra attention to her swollen clit, wrapping my lips around the pearl and sucking hard, making her pour her intoxicating ambrosia into my mouth, feeding my incubus soul.
I drank in every last drop, cleaning her throbbing pussy and trembling inner thighs with my wicked tongue. I slowly kissed my way back up her body and emerged from beneath the blankets, looking human once again. Love and satisfaction filled her gaze. I tenderly kissed her lips and nuzzled the scarred crook of her soft white neck.
My arms wrapped around her and held her close, so that she wouldn’t see the look of contrition on my face. I caressed her hair and savored the feeling of her lying peacefully in my loving embrace. Because the dawn was finally here, and by tonight I doubted she’d be willing to rest in my arms again.
All I could do was hope that she would still love me and choose to forgive me. I closed my eyes and wished that she’d be mine forevermore.
28. The Cult
Tiny droplets of wax trickled down the tall black candles that rested on the kitchen table. The flickering flames illuminated Ashton and me as we sat together, eating our very delicious homemade pesto pizza. I had wanted to have my leftover tortellini from lunch, but this was way better. I peeked over at Ashton, who was in the middle of taking a bite, then burst out laughing for the tenth time during our meal.
“Is it really that funny?” he asked while laughing at himself. “You know, you don’t look any better.” He stuffed another big bite of pizza into his mouth.
I snickered at the ridiculous sight of him as I took a bite. His hair was in complete disarray and dusted with a fine white powder. Small white handprints and tiny powdery splotches covered his face, shirt, and pants, making him look like a stack of powdered-sugar pancakes. He pretended to glare at me while aggressively chewing.
I struggled to swallow the bite of pizza in my mouth as I desperately tried not to laugh at him again. “Well, if you don’t want me laughing at you during dinner, then don’t start a flour war and act like a rabid gorilla the next time we make a pizza! You were literally jumping from countertop to countertop while throwing powdery fistfuls of it all over the kitchen. It looks like it snowed in here, for goodness’ sake!” I said through my near-hysterical laughter as I flailed my arms in the air, gesturing around at our flour-covered kitchen.
“Yes, but I really got you good, didn’t I?” he chuckled as he brushed one of the large white handprints from my boob.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I waved my hand dismissively as my cackling died down. He had gotten me good, though. I looked as if I’d been attacked by a sentient, bloodthirsty flour cloud and had just barely escaped with my life. “So, why again are we going to the cliffs tonight?” I asked with a carefree smile.
He tensed at my subject-changing question. “Well... um, as I said earlier, there’s something important that I need to speak to you about.”
My smile faltered. There was something in his eyes that I couldn’t quite place, but whatever it was, it made me feel uneasy, like this would not be a pleasant talk. I looked down and brushed some extra flour from my pizza crust using my finger. “Well, um, can I at least know the topic?” My heart was pounding anxiously in my chest.
“I’d rather tell you once we get up there.” My eyes followed his hand as he nervously ran it through his floury hair while avoiding eye contact, causing my heart to sink.
Oh, shit... No, no, please, no!
A suffocating feeling of dread and anxiety came crashing over my body and mind. Terrible breakup scenarios began racing through my head. Then, awful memories of past relationships where I had been used for sex and then dumped came flooding back. I was actually in love for the first time in my life. Sure, he was a psychopath who’d killed a few people here and there, but I was still deeply fucking in love with the man! How would my heart survive if he abandoned me now?
“What—w-why?” I stammered as a nauseous feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.
“I-I just... Please just let me tell you when we get there.” He put his piece of pizza down and shifted in his chair while apprehensively staring at the wall.
Oh fuck... He’s not even finishing his food!? Something’s really wrong.
I sucked in a deep breath with absolutely no intention of blurting out my thoughts, but that’s exactly what I did. “Look, if you’re going to break up with me, just do it now! Don’t bring me to—”
“Whoa!Hold on! No, no, no!”A look of both startlement and panicfell across his face as he quickly interrupted me.“The last thing I ever want to do is lose you!” He reached over and grabbed my hand while staring intently into my worried eyes. “I love you, Gwendolyn. You are so precious to me, and I want to share the rest of my life with you.” He took a deep breath and looked away for a second. “But there are some things about me you need to know. Things that are likely to upset you. However, I hope that you’ll come to accept them so that we can have a healthy and honest relationship.” He squeezed my hand and searched my eyes. “No matter what I tell you tonight, please remember that I truly do love you.”
