Page 67 of Demon Bound

Like magic, his entire body slowly began to move. He was regaining energy. And the more he woke up, the hungrier and more desperate he seemed to become. He sat up, tipping her forward. Before she could find her footing, he’d tipped her fully onto her back on the ground. He moved over her, one knee on either side of her, and seized her throat.

“Azreth?” she gasped. He didn’t answer, and she wondered if it was because he wasn’t there. As she tried to pry his hand off, he bent low, pinning her with his body as his mouth went to the crook of her neck. She saw the gleam of fangs.

Pain exploded in her shoulder. She screamed.

She shoved against his chest, which only made him hold on tighter. Four bright points of pain appeared in her neck and shoulder where his teeth had pierced her skin.

For a terrifying moment, she thought he had really, truly lost his mind and was going to tear into her the way she’d seen him tear into Eunaios. But he only held her there, like a dog with a toy. He made a low growl in his throat, and Raiya stayed very still, held in place by those four anchor points.

Another hand appeared at her wrist, and then another at her ankle to restrain her further. He moved his real hand up to her jaw, tipping her head sideways to expose more of her neck. His teeth slowly withdrew from her skin, and a tremor went through her when she felt blood spill from the wounds. And then she feltthe soft, slick lick of Azreth’s tongue lapping at the blood, his mouth closed over her.

Raiya closed her eyes and shivered. Something that felt a lot like pleasure went through her.

Azreth paused, as if listening. And then he continued. His tongue swept across her shoulder in a gruesome kiss as he drank her blood. Out of the corner of her eye, Raiya spotted flares of white magic glowing across his body, where the iron had burned him. Healing magic.

More hands appeared. They moved down her chest, over the dip of her waist and the curve of her thighs, squeezing and feeling and grabbing and bruising her like he couldn’t get enough, like he wanted to be utterly overwhelmed by her. It reminded her very much of the first time Nirlan had fed her to him, when he’d been out of his mind with hunger.

“Azreth, say something,” she said.

His mouth pulled away from her shoulder to hover over her throat, and then her chest. He breathed so heavily against her that she could feel the heat from his mouth through her clothes.

“I want you,” he said, his voice impossibly two-toned and reverberating with an alien resonance. Every part of her body was alight, aware of him, fearing him, desiring him. His eyes were like suns as he looked down at her. She was breathless with awe.

The disembodied hands hiked her robe over her hips. All at once, they lifted her up and turned her over, dumping her onto her hands and knees and pulling her trousers off to bare her to him. She struggled to catch her balance on her forearms as the hands took hold of her ankles, calves, and thighs, then lifted her knees off the ground again, positioning her to his liking. More hands clasped her wrists and throat as if to be sure she stayed where he liked, beneath him.

He grasped her waist tightly and pulled her against him, pressing his hard cock against her. It was thick and weighty between her thighs—an impossible, alarming size, and she nearly asked him to stop. She was almost certain that a mere mortal couldn’t take him, but she needed to know what would happen if she tried.

There was no more preparation. She felt the tip of him against her entrance, and then he pushed inside. A sharp pain followed, and she cried out in surprise. His hips met the back of her thighs as he bottomed out, stretching her beyond what she could take.

“Az—”she choked, her hands grasping at the dirt. The hands on her waist and ankles lifted her, spreading her legs wider, and he slid in even deeper. She gave a moan of mingled pain and desire.

He bent over her, reaching around to palm her sex, and she felt the familiar tingle of a spell being cast on her. Heat spread from his hand, penetrating deep into her flesh, and she was surprised to feel herself slowly opening beneath his touch. Her channel softened around him, growing hot and slick, pliable and eager, and suddenly she found it not so difficult to accommodate his body. Still a jaw-dropping stretch, but no longer breaking her.

It was all she could do to hold herself together as he gripped her waist and ground his hips against her. He withdrew and slowly thrust into her again, and it felt like he was filling her entire body. It took the breath from her lungs—there was no room for it—and she couldn’t think, could only feel. The world narrowed to that point of union between their bodies and to the hypnotic sensation blooming therein.

Her climax was so explosive that she might have blacked out for a moment. As her body clenched around his cock, she felthim grow even larger inside her, pulsing as he came with her. He thrust deep, holding himself at her farthest depth.

Raiya’s head pounded, her senses overwhelmed. The air was saturated with their desire, just as it had been saturated with Azreth’s anger before. She already wanted more of him.

Azreth’s arm looped around her waist, holding her against him. He panted, nuzzling her neck, and she smiled, reaching back to comb a hand against his scalp.

“You came back for me,” he said.

“Of course I did.”

He set her down slowly in the grass, turning her onto her back. She tipped her head up to try to check his injuries, but it was too dark to see them. He was kneeling over her, his eyes bright. He seemed to have calmed somewhat.

His hand brushed her shoulder where he’d bitten her. She stiffened as his fingers passed over one of the wounds. Light poured from his palm, and the pain began to dissipate as he healed her.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. She touched her shoulder. It no longer hurt, and the punctures had healed, but blood still dampened the collar of her robe. Azreth’s expression tightened.

“I lost myself. I did not mean to hurt you.” He bowed his head until it touched the ground. “I beg your forgiveness.”

“Forgiveness?”

“I have broken the terms of our agreement. Strike me,” he said, glancing toward the chains on the ground nearby. “And I will lie still while you pay the hurt back.”

She scoffed. “I don’t want to hurt you. I will never hurt you.”

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