"I’m yours now?" I echoed, the weight of his words settling over me, and the mention of the ritual made me flush. "Ritual?"
He smiled, a slow, knowing curl of his lips. "Yes… if having such a powerful sex like that with a demon after midnight on Halloween counts as a ritual, then yes. You’re mine now."
There was something in the gentleness of his tone that made me like him even more. I tilted my head and smiled back, tracing invisible patterns across his chest. Every brush of my fingertips made his skin ripple, goosebumps dancing along his muscles.
"You are mine," he said softly. "And I am yours."
The possessiveness in his words made my heart skip. I had always dreamed of someone like him—someone so entirely certain, so unshakably sure.
"You are mine… well, but…" I trailed off, my curiosity and desire mingling.
"But?" His brow arched, and he pulled me closer, our bodies pressing together naturally. The intensity between us was almost tangible, an electric pull that made every breath deeper, every heartbeat faster. His hard cock was ready for me again and was successfully pushing against my stomach.
"Ah… I… forgot what I wanted to say," I admitted, letting out a soft giggle, a blush creeping up my cheeks.
He smiled and brushed his lips against mine, it was such a slow, lingering kiss that made me feel like I could stay in this moment forever.
"You're mine, so I'm taking you with me…"
"Where are we going, to Hell?" I laughed, burying my face in his hair, my hands resting on his neck. I could feel his pulsepounding beneath my fingertips, his heart beating stronger and faster than mine.
But his expression turned serious, as if he didn’t catch the joke. "Well..."
"You're serious…" I raised an eyebrow, my mouth forming a surprised half-smile.
"Yes, absolutely. Demons live in Hell."
"Like I’m supposed to stew in a cauldron now because of you?"
He laughed with that rich, dark, and full laugh, filling the room with warmth and mischief.
"No, of course not. You won’t live in a cauldron. You’ll live in a gorgeous mansion with a sexy demon, aka me." He winked and leaned in for a kiss. I let him claim my lips, gentle and lazy, like a promise.
When he finally pulled back, tasting me one last time, I whispered, "So this means… I won’t have to work like a damn thing in front of a monitor for 50 hours a week on this cursed planet?"
He laughed again, softer this time. "No. You can do whatever your heart desires, kitten." He kissed me lightly, hopelessly, sweetly.
"Well, what’s there to think about? Damn it, Shai! Yes, I agree."
"Good," he murmured, a smile curling on his lips. "Then I have one last gift for you."
He leaned close to my ear, his voice lowering to a whisper as a large silver chain materialized in his hand. Slowly, he hooked it around my neck, pulling me gently toward him until our lips met again.
"Mmm… BDSM?" I teased against his mouth.
He chuckled darkly. "No. This is the chain of our marriage, a charm of our demonic contract. But as a BDSM toy… we canuse it too. We’ll have all the time in the world to explore each other, in ways you can’t even imagine."
"Well," I smiled, my voice breathy, "I’m a girl who reads dark romance and all this book porn, so trust me,you’ll be the one who’s shocked by my fantasies."
The demon grinned and kissed me again, his lips hot against mine.
"Then welcome to my family, Aurora. You’re mine forever now."
"Yours, yours," I purred into the kiss, grinning impishly against his demonic lips. "Your kitten, completely and utterly!"
He growled his approval, tongue delving deep to claim my mouth with renewed desire. "Mhmm, I could kiss these sweet lips for an eternity and never tire of the taste," he rumbled, hands sliding lower, those massive paws squeezing and kneading the supple globes of my ass. I arched into his touch, a sweet moan spilling from my throat to mingle with his dark chuckle.
The thick, hard length of him prodded demandingly at my stomach, reigniting the flames of my own desire. I rolled my hips, grinding against his thick shaft, my body already aching to feel him stretching me open once more. The heat of his arousal scorched my skin, the promise of another round of demonic sex sending liquid lust coursing through my veins. I was insatiable, addicted to his touch, his taste, his very essence. And from the way he held me, kissed me, I knew he felt the same all-consuming need.
