Page 62 of Bargain with the Demon King
"You invaded my dreams. Without permission. Without telling me."
"Yes."
No excuse. No justification. Just acknowledgment.
I should run. Should rage. Should do anything except what I actually do.
I grab his shirt, fisting the fabric, and pull him up toward me. He comes willingly, letting me maneuver him until his back hits the headboard. I crawl over him, the torn dress falling away completely. My hands find his belt, working it open with fingers that shake from anger and arousal and something hungrier.
"My turn." I free his cock—thick, hard, already leaking. "You've been in my head without permission. Let me return the favor."
"Adraya—"
"No words." I echo his earlier command. "Just feel."
I take him in my mouth, clumsy at first. Chad never wanted this, said it was degrading. But the sound Azzaron makes—raw, desperate—makes me bold. I learn his rhythm, what makes his hips jerk, what makes his claws dig into the sheets. My free hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, and he curses in that ancient demon tongue, hips bucking.
"Fuck." His hand finds my hair, not forcing, just holding. "Adraya—"
I take him deeper, using my hand where my mouth can't reach. His control cracks with each stroke. The Demon King coming apart under my touch, because of my mouth, my choice. When I glance up, his beast form flickers at the edges—horns longer, features sharper, everything more.
"If you don't stop—"
I don't stop. I increase pace, hollowing my cheeks, and his control shatters completely. He comes with my name torn from his throat, body bowing off the bed. I swallow because it feels like claiming something, like taking back power he stole when he entered my dreams uninvited.
We collapse into his sheets, bodies humming with spent pleasure and unspoken truths. The twilight necklace pulses against my throat, warm for the first time since Chad.
"The dreams were real." Not a question.
"Yes."
"All of them?"
"Every one where I appeared." He turns to face me, and his expression is raw. "I couldn't stay away. You called to me even unconscious."
"That's violation."
"Yes."
"I should hate you for it."
"You should."
"But I don't." The admission surprises us both. "I hate that you saw me that vulnerable. But I don't hate that you were there."
"That doesn't make it right."
"Nothing between us is right." I touch the place where his blood healed me. The skin tingles. "We're past right and wrong. We're in whatever exists between."
"What exists between?"
"I don't know." I sit up, pulling his sheets around me. They're softer than they look. "But I'm going to find out."
"Even knowing what I did?"
"Especially knowing." I stand, gathering the ruins of my dress. "You entered my dreams because you couldn't stay away. That tells me more than any confession would."
"Where are you going?"
