Page 75 of Touched By Darkness

Deep inside, I knew it was only a matter of time before Daemon found me. I knew he’d chase me down, fuck me to within an inch of my life, and crush my heart.

“Spread your wings,” he whispers in my ear, his cock stretching me to my limits, pumping, rocking, thrusting.

I slowly unfold them, growing wetter when he releases a masculine grunt.

“My little slut,” his deep voice taunts. “Think you can compete with my wingspan, hmm?”

“I know I can,” I hiss, then push off the wall and shove him off. I move back, careful not to step on the corpse.

His dark eyes slide down my body to where my hand is rubbing my clit almost viciously.

I sink a finger inside my heat as I lean back against the brick wall. “What’s the matter, Daemon? What are you waiting for?”

Stepping closer, his hand slides over his erect cock that glistens with my arousal. Unlike me, he has no qualms about stepping on the body. In fact, he makes a point of crushing the human’s chest beneath his boot.

And then he’s on me, circling the back of my knee with his hand and lifting my leg high before ramming his cock inside me again. His other hand grabs me by the throat and cuts off my airflow. Behind him, his enormous wings block out the moonlight.

“You gonna come on my cock, little witch? Strangle my dick with your cunt?”

I’ll never get used to the effect his dirty talk has on my body. The way his filthy words send bursts of pleasure trickling down my belly before settling in my clit.

“Answer me,” he growls, tightening his grip even further, and then he eases back to allow me small sips of air.

“Yes, Daemon, I’m about to come on your dick.”

He drives into me harder, his balls slapping my ass.

“Why are you here?” he asks when I cling to his sweaty neck, scared I’ll lose balance if I don’t.

“Wha…” I drift off as he lifts my other leg and wraps my thighs around his sculpted waist. His cock is driving into me deeper at this angle, and it’s making me see stars.

“Answer me!” He slaps my tits, first my right, then my left, before twisting my nipples to the point of pain. “What are you planning?”

“I’m not planning anything.”

“Lies!” Daemon bites down on my breast, and the pain is so sharp that I cry out. He fucks me like that, with his teeth piercing my skin and his cock ramming into me until all I can smell, feel, and think of is him.

“Daemon,” I moan, holding back the whispered words that dance on my tongue.

The words that will make it all stop.

I love you.

I swallow them down while losing myself in the slide of his big cock.

“Trust me,” he breathes out, licking up the blood on my breast before brushing his lips over mine, a clear threat in his eyes. “I’ll kill you with my own bare hands if you betray me.”

“And I’ll let you,” I reply, my tone deceptively calm despite the pleasure building and mounting as it tears through me like an incoming crash wave.

My loud moan cuts through the silent night as I fall apart, bouncing off his cock.

He fucks me like he can’t get enough of me.

He fucks me like he wants to burrow deep beneath my skin and embed himself in the valves that make up my heart.

As if he wants to rip it from my chest so he can keep it for himself.

With a fierce snarl, he stiffens before warmth floods my insides. We stay like that, breathing hard, his cock still buried inside me. I feel more content now, fucked raw on top of a decapitated body in some small, remote town in Ireland, than I have in a long time.

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