Page 11 of Death C*mes Inside Her
A low, pleased growl rolls out of him. “I can hear your thoughts, little witch. Soon enough, Iwillbe inside you, in every way possible. You are a strange and lovely little creature, Eve.”
He’s pleased, and it warms from my center outward. Need and wetness gather between my legs as his hold tightens around me.
We pass a tall window where I stood many nights talking to the moon, waiting to scurry back to my room when I heard the sound of my father’s truck pulling down the long driveway.
Next to that window, there’s a door that’s never been here before.
It opens on its own, and he carries me through into the night air, cool and fresh around me.
I look up and see the dark sky, with clouds and lightning streaking through the blackness as a deep rumble of thunder echoes the breath I feel drawing in and out of his chest.
“What is this place? Why are we outside?”
I look down, and there is a floor, covered in a rich gold and red rug. Candles flicker around the perimeter of the space, refusing to yield to the gusting wind that blows around them.
“What happens now?” My voice is breathless as my heart speeds.
“Now,” he rumbles, “I make you my bride.”
The room is vast and dark and open to the elements: curtains blow in the storm wind around a king-sized bed beneath a carved canopy, as a fireplace flickers to life with midnight-blue flames.
Rain lashes down around us, and I bury myself deeper into his chest, but even soaking wet, I’m not cold.
“Bride?” I whisper, not sure if I heard the word correctly. “Do demons marry?”
“It is rare. In my three thousand human years, I’ve known of four other marriages, all demon to demon, though. You, my little witch, will be the first human-demon mating that I have known.”
“Mating.” I roll the word around on my tongue as he steps toward the bed.
“Yes. You summoned me here. You agreed to be mine. You are my mate. What more do we need for a marriage?”
“A priest?” I suggest, and feel his grip tighten on me.
“No priests,” he growls. “Just you and me. You’re my bride, Eve, now and forever. And nobody will ever take you from me. The ceremony will be you, under me, submitting to my will and my cock.”
“Not the wedding I dreamed of as a little girl, I’ll admit.” I smile into his chest, where a spot is warming under my hand.
“What did you dream of?” he asks, and I’m starting to forget that he isn’t human. I just see Aios ashim. As the demon I belong to.
I shrug against his hold as he lowers me to the edge of the bed, and it’s like fabric over clouds, so soft I think I will sink into itlike water. But it holds me up as Aios drags his claws through my hair.
I debate if I should tell him the silly dreams of a little girl, but this demon-man seems to care more about me than my own father ever did, so confidence straightens my spine. I lick my lips and answer.
“I dreamed of white fabric and pink bows all around the church. Roses in all the colors like Easter eggs. I would wear the prettiest dress, in white lace up to my neck and down to my toes, with a hundred tiny buttons from my chin to my belly button. And I would get a ring. A pink diamond as big as a gumball.”
His gaze traces my face, my throat, the slip torn and bunched at my waist, cataloging what’s already his.
“Close your eyes.”
I obey. Cold air kisses as a loud swoosh seems to suck the oxygen from my lungs, and I battle to scream, but nothing comes out.
“Don’t be frightened. You can look now.”
Aios stands with his arms wide as I open my eyes and blink. Blink. Blink.
The room is transformed as I flap my hands and chirp in surprise. “It’s—” My mouth hangs open, searching for the right words.
“Perfect.” He reads my mind as the sockets where eyes should be flicker with the same flames that light the fireplace.
