Page 100 of Demon's Angel

“Did. He. Hurt. You?”

“He slapped me, yes.” My cock starts deflating. “But erasing the tattoo? That scared me most of all, D. Even more than him raping me. That if you hadn’t have found me, if he’d followed through with his plans, that I’d lose that connection to you.”

I stare at her skin, noticing bruising that hadn’t been there before. “You fought him?”

“Of course.”

Yeah. Of course.“Vi…”

“Demon, can we talk later?” She wiggles her ass. “He’s not here, you are. And, so am I. Yours, Demon. Always yours. Whatever he’d have done wouldn’t have changed that.”

My fingers again trace my name inked on her back. “I hate to think what I wanted got you hurt, Vi.”

We might be having a conversation, but the words on her back do something to my head. Or rather, to my cock.She’s mine and everyone knows it.Although it got her hurt, I’m glad Angel saw it. Saw that she could never be his.

“Fuck, Vi. I’m going in bare.” I start rubbing my cock against the crack of her ass, then rubbing it in her own lubrication dripping from her sweet-smelling cunt.

“Demon…” she says in warning.

“I’m clean, and I’ll pull out.” The thought of rubbing my cum into her skin suddenly overwhelming. “Trust me.”

“Fuck me!”

Jeez, I can’t hold back. I try to be gentle, but I want to wipe the memory of his touch away. Careful to hold her away from any darkened patch on her fair skin, I push in, unable to stop until I reach her cervix.

She gasps. I pull out, her ass following me as though she doesn’t want to lose the link between our bodies. “Demon, please. I need to feel you.”

“You’ll feel me alright,” I lean over her and growl. “All day tomorrow, then we’ll do this all over again. You’ll feel me.” My teeth find her neck, I bite gently as my cock slides back in, then suck, knowing I’m leaving yet another mark on her. By the time I’m finished no man will be in any doubt.She’s mine. Legally and in the eyes of my brothers. In every fucking way.

Raising my upper body, I pull her back against my hips, knowing there’s no way I can go deeper. She gives as much as she gets as she meets me, thrust for thrust, moving as much as she’s able in the tight position I’m holding her in. I hold her around her stomach, my other hand on her breast. She starts shaking, quivering, holding her breath, then I feel her come, her muscles spasming around my cock. I can’t hold off any longer, my balls are tightening and drawing up, I push her head to the bed and pull out.

Ribbons of cum cover her back, luckily avoiding, as I meant to, her still-healing tat.

I wait until I’ve squeezed out every drop, then my hands rub my cum into her skin. “Once this is healed, Vi…”

“I get the picture,” she breathes out. “I’m yours, D. There was never anyone else.”

And now, there never will be.

“Never anyone for me either, Vi. Though I had my head up my ass. I was waiting for someone, just didn’t have the sense to know who it was.”

My tee comes into service yet again as I wipe my cum off her back. When she’s clean, she turns over. “Love you so much, Demon.”

“Love you right back.”

Our mouths meet. Our kiss is gentle, sweet. When I pull back, I notice she’s closing her eyes. “Come, we need a shower…”

“No, I need to sleep.”

“You’re all sticky, Vi.” I grin, knowing I’m responsible for that.

“And now I’ll smell you all night. Want this, D.”

When she says it like that, who am I to complain? I don’t mind spending the next few hours with the odour of her on my skin. She doesn’t need to say more to convince me. I lie down by her side, my body spooning hers.

She relaxes and I think she’s sleeping when she speaks once again, “I don’t care about me, D. But I need to know no one’s coming for Theo. Maybe I’m more like my father than I thought, but I want to know Angel’s dead.”

“Hush. Go to sleep.” Right now I don’t think it’s the time to tell her I do as well, or that I hope there’s still something of him left as I want to be the one to dispatch him.

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