Page 8 of His to Break
KARA
Ican't explain this fury that courses through my veins, this hunger that claws at my insides. It's as if I'm possessed by some ancient, primal force that demands to be sated. And the demon before me—Azrael—is the only one who can quench this thirst.
He's chained and at my mercy, yet it's his dominion over me that I crave. I want to kneel before him, to feel his power wrap around me like an unbreakable chain. But more than that, I want to break him, to bend him to my will, to see this mighty demon surrender to the same madness that's consuming me.
I lunge at him, my lips crashing against his in a clash of teeth and tongues. He growls in response, a sound that vibrates through my entire being, setting my nerves alight with a wildfire of desire. I tear at his clothes, my fingers fumbling with the need to touch him, to feel the raw power of his body against mine.
Azrael matches my fervor, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force as he lifts me effortlessly and slams me against the cold stone wall. The shock of the impact only fuels the inferno within me. I wrap my legs around his waist, my dress hitching uparound my thighs as I grind myself against the thick, hard length of him, straining against his pants.
"Dominate me," he challenges, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. "Show me what you're capable of, little queen."
The title should startle me, but all I feel is a surge of power. I am a queen—a queen of darkness and desire, and this demon will bow to me.
I reach between us, freeing him from the confines of his clothing, and guide him to my entrance. He thrusts into me with one brutal stroke, tearing through my virginity with a ferocity that should terrify me. But all I feel is an intoxicating sense of completion as he fills me completely, binding us together in a dance as old as time itself.
We move together with a savage rhythm that rocks the very foundation of the room. I claw at his back, my nails leaving trails of red on his bronze skin as I meet each of his powerful thrusts with my own. His hands grip my ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he drives into me again and again, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge of sanity.
"Make the oath," he commands, his voice harsh against my ear as he pistons into me with relentless abandon. "Swear to help me, and I will give you everything you desire."
My mind is a whirlwind of lust and madness, but through the haze of pleasure, I understand the gravity of his words. I want this—I want him, this power, this connection. I want it all.
"Yes," I gasp out, the word barely audible over the sound of our bodies slapping together. "I swear it. I'll help you break your chains. Just give me more. Give me everything."
Azrael roars in response, a sound that is both a triumph and a surrender. He thrusts into me one final time, and the world around us shatters into a thousand pieces as we both tumble over the edge into an abyss of ecstasy.
My body convulses around him as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me, obliterating any semblance of control I once had. I scream his name, my voice echoing off the stone walls as I come undone, completely and utterly at the mercy of this demon and the power that now flows through my veins.
As we both come down from the high, I realize that something has shifted between us. I am no longer just a human slave; I am something more—something powerful and dangerous. And with Azrael by my side, I will stop at nothing to uncover the truth of my heritage and exact my revenge on those who have wronged me.
I'm not finished. Not by a long shot. I need more—more of him, more of this twisted connection that ignites every nerve in my body. I lift my hips, riding him harder, feeling his thick length push deeper inside me with each desperate thrust.
Azrael's laughter mixes with a groan that quickly morphs into a growling moan, and it reverberates through me like thunder. The sound drives me wild, stoking the fire within until it blazes out of control.
"That's it," he breathes, his hands gripping my waist as he guides me up and down on his cock. "You want it like this? You want to feel every inch?"
I can’t form words, just a desperate whimper escapes my lips as I kiss him roughly, capturing his mouth with mine. I tug at his hair, pulling him closer as if he could fill me completely—mind and soul.
When he comes inside me, pleasure washes over us both like a tidal wave. It's primal and consuming, but I’m not done yet. I bite down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, tasting the metallic warmth on my tongue. It sends a thrill through me.
"I don't know what's happening to me," I whisper against his mouth, eyes locked onto his as if searching for answers in the depths of his gaze. "But I want you so bad."
He grins—dark and predatory—and it makes my heart race even faster. “You think you’re the only one who craves this? You’re mine now,” he growls softly before pulling me into another heated kiss.
I grind against him again, feeling the remnants of our shared ecstasy still pulsing between us like an electric current. “Please,” I beg, barely able to control myself as my hips rock faster.
“Please what?” he taunts, watching me with eyes that glow with lust and amusement. “You want more? You’re just a little human slave begging for your demon.”
“More,” I plead again, breathless and insatiable.
Azrael flips us over suddenly; I'm pinned beneath him now. He towers over me, strong and overwhelming in all the right ways. He gives me that devilish grin once more before thrusting back into me with a force that steals my breath away.
“Look at you,” he says between harsh breaths. “So eager for it.” Each powerful thrust drives deeper into my core; every movement sends shockwaves through my body as he praises and degrades me in equal measure.
“You love being used by your demon,” he continues, his voice low and dripping with authority. “Just a pathetic little thing wanting to be filled up.”
My cheeks flush with heat at his words—something about them makes my skin prickle with excitement rather than shame.
“Yes!” I cry out, overwhelmed by pleasure as he fills me completely.
