Page 42 of Song of Tenebrae

His cock jerks, sending aftershocks of my orgasm through me and I whimper. He releases my head and slips out of me, just as I feel the first tear drop. I reach up to touch my face when his gentle grip on my elbow pulls me up instead. He turns me around and I look down to his still hard, glistening cock. Both of his hands land on my jaws as he guides my face back up to look at him.

He just claimed me in front of everyone in this room and instead of feeling ashamed, I feel elated. I wouldn’t want it to be any other way; I don’t want there to ever be any doubt this man is feeling similar to me.

Raiden’s eyes search mine and they soften as he steps into my body, his cock twitching against my stomach. “What am I seeing here, Demon?” his voice sounds awed and I feel more tears stream down my cheeks.

I grab his knife off the table and hold it to his throat, the sharp tip cutting into his skin.

“Were you the one who stole my perfume?” I need to know before I go any further, “were you in my house in Vegas?”

“Yes,” he nods and my heart sinks.

My arm holding the knife begins to shake and a small bead of blood rolls down onto the blade. “I should kill you.” It’s an uncertain whisper.

“I was in your room once, but I didn’t steal anything. I just needed to feel you.” His forehead lands against mine and I let out a relieved breath.

“Because I’m yours?” My voice waivers as I drop the knife.

“Forever.”

“I love you,” I say loudly and confidently. He leans back to look into my eyes as I hear Sky sob somewhere on the other side of the room. “But I need help with forgiving you.”

He nods and his grip on my jaws tighten, his tongue slips out to wet his lips. I want them. I want him to kiss me like he owns me and I want to feel the connection his eyes are telling me he’s feeling. I keep my eyes on his lips and I watch as they quirk up in one corner. His hands release my jaws as he moves them to my waist and slowly lifts me up, placing me back on the table.

The music starts up again and Torrent storms off for the bar, clearly bored with our display. I open my legs and Raiden steps between them, his shirt falling down to finally cover what's mine.

“You love me?” he asks with a small smile.

“Yes,” I smile back, “but now I want to own you.”

His face falls with shock as I press my hand to the scar on my stomach, “own me?” his hand lands on top of mine, “that’s forever.”

“I want forever.” I shrug just as his lips crash into mine. He tastes like home as his tongue forces itself into my mouth, our teeth clashing in an attempt to get closer. I moan and suck on his tongue as he lifts my skirt, pulling me to the end of the table.

I break away from his mouth and look down to see him lining himself back up to my entrance. “Look at me.” He demands and my eyes snap up to his. He pushes into me and I bite into my lip until I taste blood, he’s so fucking big. I know every time we do this, there will be pain before there’s pleasure. He leans forward and licks the blood off my lip, groaning as he slams in to the hilt.

“You want to make me yours?” he asks as he licks my mouth, “tonight?” I nod and he growls, picking up the pace between my legs. “I love you too, Tempest Skeigh Verona.”

My hands fall back behind me to land on the table and my face tips to the ceiling, he loves me. I lock my feet behind his back and pull him in tighter, pressing my clit to his pubic bone. This man, the one I had an immediate attraction to, and the one that scarred my skin and heart alike, loves me. No one has ever loved me fully, with every fault, and knowing how deep my darkest recesses lie, not until him.

“Call me Demon.” I pant as I clench around him.

His arms wrap around my back and he hauls me in close to him, his mouth finding the pulse at my neck, “mydemon.”

This time my orgasm is slow and it runs over me like honey on a hot day, seeping into every individual pore. I clamp down on him, halting his movements, and grinding my clit into him, riding out the waves. His mouth lands back on mine and he kisses me as he begins to pump in and out. Everyone around us disappears and when I feel him jerk with his release, I groan loudly. I don’t care who’s watching us and I feel no shame, he’s fucking mine.

I fall back onto the table and release my legs from around his waist, I’m fucking spent. I want my bed and I want to sleep for days. I’m finally feeling a sense of contentment I’ve never had before. I hear his zipper and grin knowing we just fucked like animalstwicein front of everyone.

Raiden grabs my skirt and I hear the rip before I feel the cool air. I sit up quickly and look at him in shock.

“I need to see yours while you mark me with mine.” He holds out the knife.

“What the fuck is going on?” Hail stands quickly, “you can’t be serious, Raiden. For a stripper?”

“Watch what you say,” Raiden turns on him, “you’ll be eating your words soon enough.”

Hail’s eyes quickly flick to Sky and then back to Raiden, he shuts up but I can still see the anger burning hot in his gaze. Why does he hate me? I wrap my fingers around the knife’s blade and feel the sting of it slicing into my hand. If he’s shedding blood for me tonight, then I’m shedding some for him too.

I stand and Raiden’s brows crease in the center as he watches the blood fall from my hand. We switch positions and he sits on the table while I step between his legs.

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