Page 10 of Dark Rapture
All I can feel is him, wrapping around me from behind. His muscular arms wrap around my waist as he holds me in his embrace, securing me against his powerful structure.
Why is he holding me? I don’t understand. I expected this entity to kill me, but now all I can feel is comfort as he cradles me in his arms.
“Your soul is marked by my sigil, little witch,” he explains, and before I can answer, I feel my body falling until I am kneeling before my altar, the candle flame dancing wildly before my eyes.
I gasp loudly as I am pulled backwards off my knees, directly into his massive torso. Hard, warm, and immovable.
“I will not harm you, little witch.” His voice still fluctuates, the tones shifting, failing to sound like anything but a failed mimicry of a man.
I still can barely see anything around me beyond the single flickering flame ahead. The darkness has swallowed everything but the tiny space around the candle on my altar. This demon’s mastery of reality is terrifying.
“You...” he whispers against my ear, and a shiver charges through my entire body. He no longer feels like a misty shadow figure. He seems corporeal now. Real. “...belong to me.”
Shock strikes like lightning while the fear threatens to overwhelm me, but he holds me tight against his body and forces both of those emotions down. The absolute control he has over me should terrify me, but I am lost to him in this moment. I have no control here. Not anymore.
I didn’t want this. I just wanted protection from the man that abused me. I was desperate. I made a mistake. A stupid, stupid mistake.
As though he can hear my inner dialogue, he presses his warm lips to my ear and speaks softly. “I will protect you, for you are mine.” The tone of his last word deepens, sharpens, and shifts.
“Only mine.”
The sound is entirely inhuman once again.
I just can’t adjust to the unsettling sound of his voice, and I know the memory of it will haunt me forever. “I will give you all that you desire, little witch. I will make you strong.”
“You just need to let me in…” he whispers, his deep voice penetrating my senses and threatening to fracture what remains of my fragile sanity. His hand drops, settling between my thighs, and shock registers for a second time.
Against my will, a soothing heat and a gentle pleasure flares from the palm of his hand, where he rests it at the apex of my thighs. The shock of him touching me there makes my head spin with a tumultuous mix of confusion and unwanted arousal.
The change from terror to comfort and arousal is dizzying. None of this makes sense.
He’s controlling everything, including my feelings.
“Let me in, Selene.” His words are a soothing, demonic growl up against the shell of my ear, his warm breath causing my skin to erupt in goosebumps. His fingers, long and thick, with what feels like heavy talons on the ends of each one, stroke through the soft folds between my thighs. He’s coaxing me, I realize, as he places an ardent kiss to the sensitive spot beneath my ear. “Give yourself to me.”
Arousal burns deep inside of me against my will, and although I know my body should not be reacting like this, it is. I feel enslaved to his touch, like my body didn’t get the memo that I’m not currently laying in the arms of a human lover.
This is madness, and my body is betraying me. I am in the arms of a demonic entity, and I’m trapped here in the darkness with him. Is he really asking me to be his lover, in exchange for his protection?
Suddenly, the legion of voices I heard earlier are back again. So many frantic and desperate voices, growing so loudly in this small space, that all I can do is squeeze my eyes shut and wince against the auditory onslaught.
I try to focus my mind on what they are saying, but the confusing jumble of panicked voices are hard to sort through.
No! Stop!I hear.
KEEP HIM OUT!
The unearthly scream that accompanies that despairing plea rattles me down to the very core of my soul, and I struggle hard against the demon that has taken hold of me. I fight against his control with everything I’ve got, but the noise only escalates around me.
The demon growls, deep and low, and the voices once again dissipate to nothing.
“Somebody please help me!” I shout in my desperation to escape this hellish nightmare. My nervous system can’t handle this anymore, it feels as though I am on the precipice of descending into irreparable lunacy.
As though he is aware of my fracturing mental state, he whispers soothing sounds in my ear, rocking me back and forth in his embrace. I sob quietly, a hiccup rattling me, the earlier arousal long gone.
“Please,” I beg him, “just let me go.”
Without another word between us, I feel the darkness begin to lighten. The warmth of his body recedes as he releases his hold on me.
