Page 29 of Dark Rapture
With a soft exhale, Daemon bites at my throat, soothing the sting from his sharp teeth with a languid kiss. I moan, and he chooses that moment to slip his fingers down until they brush along my clit. “Your pleasure,” he growls against my ear, his hand moving again to firmly cup my pussy as he settles in between my thighs.
Another moan escapes me as I arch against his hold on me, the feel of his energy and his hand over my sex almost enough to bring me to orgasm. My body is a livewire of desire, and right now I am certain I’d give him anything he asked of me if he just promised he wouldn’t stop.
“Take it,” I tell him, and he does. His fingers move through the folds of my pussy, where I am wet and swollen and more sensitive than I can ever imagine being before. “Please take it,” I beg, feeling the fire deep inside of me roaring to life under the coaxing intensity of him.
“That’s my good girl. Let me in so I can feed that starving inferno.”
His words are gasoline on the fire, and I moan again as I grind against his hand. Already so close to explosive pleasure, to a delirium that threatens to break me apart, while my body begs him for more.
“No one can give you what I can. No one can love you like I can,” he tells me, his dark voice an inhuman growl in my ear. I quiver, feeling so overloaded with sensation that I feel entirely out of control of my body.
“Let me in.” Again, his seductive last words are disembodied. Demonic.
I should be praying to God for absolution, but all I want to do is worship at this demon’s altar of sin.
I force my own thighs to fall open, inviting his touch. He growls his pleasure, and two of his large fingers slip inside of me. The sound that comes out of me is divine, I am certain of it. A sound born of absolute bliss, of embracing one’s own rapture. Something that can only be described as the incarnation of wicked lust.
I nearly come undone, but I feel a blazing heat sparking at my fingertips and the intense sensation pulls my attention to where he firmly holds my hand in his. “You must concentrate. Embrace the fire within you, and will it to move through you. Pull it towards your fingertips, coax it out of your body and into this world.”
Daemon points our intertwined fingers towards the center of my altar, and I obey him without resistance. I can now feel the fire at the root of my soul. I let it burn up through me, until the heat of it fills my entire body. For a brief second, I feel as though I will combust. I can feel it in my eyes, and I know without seeing that they must be blazing red and gold from the power burning through me.
I would self-destruct, I am certain, if not for Daemon’s power funneling my own safely through me. His body, his strength, and his zealous presence protects me from the nuclear explosion I now know without a shred of doubt I am capable of.
His fingers move inside of me, making me ache and throb under his adept touch. As he promised, he is stoking the fire and building it higher. As his power amplifies, the markings on his arms begin to glow brighter. They are so beautiful, and I am captivated by the rolling flames beneath his obsidian skin.
It is only when sparks burst from my fingertips that my attention is refocused from his otherworldly body and how damn good he is making me feel.
Holy fuck.
Wisps of fire dance along the edges of my fingers, shooting out from behind my skin.
“Just like that. You are magnificent, Selene. A dragon born among lambs.” He praises me, catching some of the sparks with the curved talon on his index finger and flicking them outwards. They burst into small flames, dissipating into the darkness.
I am mesmerized. Everything he told me about the power I hold is real. I can feel the fire flaring within me, and I am certain this is not coming from him. I will never in a thousand years forget this feeling of pure, limitless strength.
“Focus. Let your fire free.” I narrow my gaze as he coaches me, turning my attention inward. The scorching blaze I possess, his own devilish power, and the feel of his fingers deep in the tight, wet space between my thighs; I am tempered by it all.
I focus as he instructs me to, I visualize the fire breaking loose, and watch in absolute awe as an extraordinary inferno roars to life from my hand.
It grows so great, spilling out into the room and lighting up every dark corner. The blaze dances along the walls, up on the ceiling, and down across the floor before us. It is wild, out of control, threatening to burn my home to the ground.
A little jolt of panic sparks to life inside of me, but his hand that grips my wrist tightens as if to remind me that he is with me. The three middle fingers on his hand flex as they extend, and his own lifeforce, like pools of black ink, pour from them and dance along the boundary of my fire. “Trust in me, little witch.”
I relax my body, willing myself to trust in him to guide me away from utter annihilation of all that surrounds me.
He chants briefly, his voice dropping low as words I can’t comprehend command the wild magic before us to bow to his will. The fire burning in front of my eyes bends to his will without so much as a shred of resistance. He shapes it, his darkness forcing it to yield until the blaze forms a mirror image of me. I gasp, shocked by the sight of myself made of fire.
“Focus, Selene. That fire is yours and yours alone. It knows your soul, and only you can call it home. Call it back, or it will destroy all that it touches,” he speaks to me, but his voice is disembodied again. It is everywhere, outside of me and inside my head all at the same time. He is guiding me, making me feel safe as I play with this dangerous force of nature I am harboring. I can only nod in response, worried that speaking may cause my focus to waver.
“Use the roots of your fire to reach out, take hold of, and guide the fire outside back to you.”
I narrow my gaze, and imagine the source of my magic snaking out of me like a living thing. White hot tendrils reach out of my very soul, coiling tight around the edges of the fire I cast out, pulling it towards me. The burning image of myself bends tomywill this time.
Daemon’s movement between my thighs starts again, and his palm grinds down against my clit. Pleasure explodes, stealing my focus, the fire snapping and popping against my hold like I may lose control of it again.
His laughter, both soft and teasing, echoes around me. It is a dark sound, though I don’t feel like he is poking fun at my weakness. He enjoys what his touch does to me. “Focus, Selene.”
I do. I focus, and pull the flames back inside of me. The burning heat flows through my fingertips, through my eyes, and into my solar plexus. It fills me from my toes to the crown of my head, rioting through my body like a drug that promises to keep me captive to this new addiction until the very end of time.
