Page 76 of Touched By Darkness

But I know this contentedness won’t last.

While he chased me down like an animal and undoubtedly enjoyed it, he still doesn’t share my emotions. And that knowledge hurts the most, which is why I lower my legs to create some distance between us.

I take in the surrounding destruction now that the adrenaline is wearing off. I’m covered in blood, as though I have showered in it. It’s on my skin, in my hair, and soaking my clothes. The man’s severed head lies to my right, his empty eyes gazing up at the stars, and the torso is in front of me on the ground.

“Still want to drink his blood?” Daemon asks, buttoning up his jeans.

“Very funny,” I drawl as I tug my skirt back down and carefully step around the head. “The grass has soaked it all up.”

DAEMON

The little witch is in the shower while I’m inspecting every nook and cranny of the room she’s been staying in. Much to my disappointment, there’s nothing here. No clues at all about what makes her tick. No secrets to dig up.

I don’t know why I’m this obsessed with figuring her out, but I am. And I’ll get beneath her skin if it’s the last thing I do.

Why is she here? Why did she tell me that crazy story about how she apparently knew me before? Amenadiel has done a lot of shit in his time, but whatever scheme he has set up with the little witch beats them all.

And then there’s the remaining problem: I can’t get her out of my mind. Ever since she threw that fucking football at my head and flared her wings like a brat, my thoughts have strayed to her.

I’ve never paid attention to females outside of sex before.

Never felt the urge to possess a woman and claim her. Who am I kidding? It’s a basic instinct to assert my dominance over someone who is beneath me in power and ranking when they challenge me. Especially if that someone is the owner of a nice, tight pussy. If it were a man, I’d just kill them and have it over and done with, but it’s not a man. The little witch is a woman, and my cock is very aware of the fact.

Even now, just thinking about her makes me grow hard.

The shower turns off, and then she’s there, clutching a towel around her naked, wet body.

Fuck me.

“I need clean clothes.”

She tries to sidle past, but my arm encircles her waist.

I pull her into me, towering over her from behind like a vengeful god.

Before she can protest, my fingers curl around the thin towel. I pull it off, then clamp my hand over her mouth when she yelps with surprise. My lips brush her ears, and she shivers as I drag my fingers up her thigh, closer to her pussy. “Why didn’t you bring clothes with you into the bathroom?” I nip her earlobe and glide my fingers over her slit. “You hoped to bewitch me,little angel?”

She stiffens, and her breaths cease as tears bead on her wispy lashes. I pause too, then slowly lower my hand.

“That nickname,” she whispers so silently that I almost miss it. She steps out from my arms, reaches down to pick up the towel, and clutches it to her chest. There’s something in her expression.

Something that makes me hold my breath as she continues looking at me with those big brown eyes that hold so much sadness.

“You’re right,” she says eventually when the silence stretches on. “I did hope to bewitch you. It’s all I’ve ever wanted…” She lowers herself onto the bed. The soft glow from the lit candle on the bedside table flickers, chasing away the shadows beneath her eyes. “For you to see me...” Then she looks up, and my heart pounds heavily. “...and look at me the way you used to.”

The expression on her face is resigned and defeated, as if the answer to her questions reflects in my eyes.

One minute, she was screaming my name, now she’s crying? I’m so out of my depths here.

But her pain calls to something buried deep within me.

Some recognition I can’t place.

My throat jumps as I step up to her and lift her chin with two gentle fingers. My thumb brushes over her trembling lips, back and forth, soothing not only the storm in her eyes but the beast in me.

“How did you find me?” she whispers, her eyes burning into mine.

Back and forth.

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