Page 17 of Dark Desire
I could so easily kill her. Wrap my hands around her dainty throat and strangle her. Plunge my claw into her chest and rip out that callous heart. Or sink my fangs into her neck and tear open her artery to watch her bleed out. But none of that gave me what I really craved. Her fear. Her suffering. It was all too quick. Too meaningless.
I moved closer and crouched down, towering above her with my enormous body. From the way her heart stayed slow and steady, I knew she was in a deep enough sleep for me to do what I had planned.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on her heartbeat, aligning it with my own. Using the small amount of demonic magic I possessed, I forced myself into her dreams, ready to turn them into her worst nightmares.
She was in a field of wildflowers, strolling amongst them with a radiant smile as her fingers brushed the petals. With each step she took, the flowers opened for her, and she threw her head back, smiling up at the bright blue sky.
In my crouched position, I was mostly hidden among the tall grass as I observed her like a wild animal stalking its prey. I smirked as I used my influence to manipulate her dream. The sky darkened, rolling clouds gathered overhead, and the first lightning strike made her flinch. She paused and looked around, frowning at the sudden change in weather. A single raindrop landed on her cheek. She raised her hand to wipe itaway. Then another fell. And another. She gasped, her head darting from side to side to find shelter. The slow rhythm of her heart increased as she ran across the field towards the woods. I rose to my feet, glaring at her through the devil’s mask.
As she approached the first tree, she stopped, turning back to gaze at the torrential rain pounding down on the solitary figure of a man dressed head to toe in black. Her eyes went wide. Her pulse quickened. I smirked behind my mask. The first taste of her fear on my tongue was fucking delicious.
I moved.
She ran.
Her head whipped around every so often to check if I was still pursuing her. She ran faster, her movements growing clumsier as she did. She fell into the dirt, her whole body now completely soaked, and tried to scramble to her feet. I didn’t waver. I increased my pace to match her racing heartbeat.
Her scream rippled through the air, causing a surge of adrenaline to rush through my veins. She grabbed a log from the ground, which I could only assume she would try to use as a weapon. I let out a vicious laugh because, in her dreams, she had no access to her magic and was as helpless as a human. This also meant I couldn’t kill her, but I didn’t need to—yet.
Suddenly, her body vanished from sight, and I paused, tilting my head this way and that, searching for her rapid pulse. She was hiding behind a tree to my left. I took slow, deliberate steps, stomping on twigs to make as much noise as possible. Her breathing was erratic, which only heightened my excitement. And to my dismay, my arousal.
As I neared the tree, her arm shot out, a heavy log clenched in her fist. Before it could strike my head, my vampire speed kicked in and I grasped it in my own fist. I cocked my head menacingly down at her, and she let out a gasp. Her hazel eyes were filled with horror as they locked onto the devil’s mask, herchest rising and falling rapidly with each breath against her black dress. Raindrops trickled down her skin, forming paths that disappeared between her generous cleavage. I growled at the way my cock throbbed when her eyes met mine.
The sound was enough to remind her she was in danger. Letting go of her grip on the log, she ran away from me, sprinting as fast as she could, which stirred my demon’s desire to hunt. Another piercing scream that fed my soul escaped from her lips when she saw me no longer walking but chasing. Hunting her down and closing the distance between us quickly. She tripped and face-planted in the mud, and in a moment, I was on top of her.
She squirmed onto her back and struggled against me, her fists pounding into my solid chest and her legs kicking out uselessly as I straddled her waist and glared down at her. Grabbing her wrists, I slammed them on either side of her head into the dirt, causing her to pause. She blinked, breathing heavily as she gazed up at the mask with those fucking eyes full of fear. But as soon as they connected with mine, I saw something else flickering in those honey-coloured eyes. Desire.
“Green eyes,” she breathed, staring at me as the rain pounded against my back, sheltering her from the onslaught. Her fucking voice. It was so goddamn husky and sultry. A shiver rippled down my spine. “You're just a dream.”
My response was a low growl, my body infuriated by the effect this woman had on me. I released one of her wrists and clasped my hand around her throat, feeling the throb of her pulse beneath my fingers. She gasped as I tightened my grip, her face flushing and straining as she struggled for air. Her pulse surged, terror and desire warring within her as her free hand gripped my wrist, trying to loosen my hold. I bit back a hiss through gritted teeth as her wide, frightened eyes begged me to release her. God, I wanted to hurt her, to break her, todestroy her. But at that moment, all I could think about was fucking her. And that wasn’t the plan.
I loosened my grip on her neck, holding her in place but allowing her to take an overdue breath, because if I pushed her too far and she died in her dream, my spell would be broken and she’d wake the fuck up in real life.
She coughed and wheezed against the pressure, her body squirming beneath me. Her hand attempted to push me away but she froze when her nails dug into my lower abs, feeling the solidness of my body. I watched the shift within her as desire outweighed fear and she licked her plump lips seductively. Fuck. This was turning her on? Chasing her, attacking her, choking her? This was her dream and although I could manipulate our surroundings, I couldn’t control her actions. So when she reached for my belt buckle, I narrowed my eyes and growled in warning.
She paused, staring up at the only part of me she could see. Then she carried on. The buckle fell open and her fingers tugged my jeans apart. My grip on her throat and wrist tightened, which sparked that look of fear in her eyes again, but they were clouded with lust.
“You can’t kill me,” she choked, daring me with her pretty eyes and that smart mouth. “This isn’t real.”
I leaned in closer to her face as her hand slipped into my jeans. “You sure about that, witch?”
The moment she heard my deep voice, she moaned and bit her bottom lip. The action had my nostrils flare when her hand wrapped around my rock-hard cock at the same time. I closed my eyes and hissed.
“I don’t know,” she husked, her voice strained because my grip on her throat was growing tighter by the second while she started to move her hand. “You feel pretty real.”
The tighter I choked her, the faster she worked my cock and animalistic groans fell from my lips as she struggled to breathe. Her eyes never left mine, holding me captive and forcing me to become lost in the pleasure she was giving me, while I hated her for it with a passion. Unrelenting anger was fused with indescribable desire, infecting every cell in my body as I gave myself over to the fantasy.
“Does being choked turn you on?” I growled and a seductive moan of agreement slipped through her lips. She squirmed beneath me, pressing her thighs together, desperately seeking some friction. She squeezed my dick and flicked her thumb over my crown, swiping at the pre-cum that was pooling. The look in her eyes was one of defiance and challenge. Arousal was overpowering everything as I groaned and trembled above her. She wanted to play this game with me? Bring it the fuck on.
“Have it your way, witch. You’re going to take my cock so deep until you can’t fucking breathe.”
I released her throat and wrist abruptly and she gasped for air. I sat up, glaring down at her hand wrapped around my cock, gliding up and down. I grabbed her wrist and flung it away from me and her breath hitched in surprise.
“Open that filthy fucking mouth,” I demanded, falling forward and bracing my weight on my hands and lining my cock with those soft, fuckable lips. I pressed my tip to them and she opened obediently, allowing me to sink inside. I didn’t ease her into it. Instead, I rammed myself down as far as I could until I felt the restriction of her tight throat and she spluttered around my dick. I held myself there, dropping my masked head between my shoulders to watch, and groaned so deep from my chest that I knew Ambroz was showing his approval. I finally pulled my hips back and let her take a panicked breath before I slammed back in. Her nails dug into my thighs, but her eyesstared up at my mask and there was only pure desire in her gaze.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth hard and fast. And you’re going to love it, aren’t you, slut?” I growled. Her head bobbed as tears started streaming down her face. I removed my dick from her mouth once again, giving her a moment to take a deep breath.
“Use me, devil. Take what you want,” she gasped, staring up at me. “I don’t give a fuck what you do to me. Just don’t stop doing it.”
