“Please,” I whisper against his mouth, pleading. “He’s almost here. If we don’t do this now…” My arms fail me, and I hang my head.
His lips caress my brow.
I long to say his name, if only to declare my love one final time, to lay bare this evidence that he means everything to me. But I don’t. And holding back aches. It hurts. Everything hurts, and no matter how I wish for one moment of peace, I know those moments are already spent. I thought I appreciated them while I had the chance.
I didn’t appreciate them enough.
There’s some relief when Zuriel lays me on the ground.
I grit my teeth, sealing my lips, holding back Adrial’s darkness as long as I’m able. With one last pained look, Zuriel rips away what’s left of my sweater and bra, settling his hands directly on my chest. His hands warm—they burn, but I’m beyond feeling pain.
Adrial tears at me, shrieking within, his hands squeezing my heart, my womb, my head.
The room floods with light, blinding me. Worms wiggle up my throat, filling my mouth, making me gag, and forcing my lips to part.
I scream. “You piece of gargoyle shit!”
Zuriel’s hands shove me against the floor as I lose control, thrashing viciously. Darkness bleeds in, eclipsing the corners of my vision.
Adrial curses and swears, abusing me.
I swallow him down. My insides crisp, and the smell of burnt hair fills my nose.
“More!” I shout.
I can’t see Zuriel, only feel him. One hand clamped against my chest, his claws tearing away my pants.
“More!”
Sensing his destruction, Adrial grapples with my life force as he attempts to leave.
Zuriel’s mouth closes in on my lips, forcing them open as his tongue drives into me. His light follows, stunning my body. I tumble within, beyond, somewhere, and everywhere.
My gargoyle enters me, penetrating me in every way. Punitive, his tongue lashes against my mouth. He drives my thighs open, his cock stretching me, and thrusting, he fills me deeply. He pumps his light into me. Everything burns as his power pours in, blasting me.
Purifying me.
Adrial recoils.
Limbs locked, I’m unable to move, as the darkness shrivels. The demon writhes.
I bask in Zuriel’s light as the demon suffers. He weakens, withering smaller and smaller until he becomes a remnant, his prevailing presence like the subtle flutter of nausea.
White fire encompasses everything. I can’t breathe. Can only feel—barely.
Zuriel permeates me, becoming me, my body shuddering from the invasion, the effort… the comfort.
The ground shakes with every powerful shunt of Zuriel’s hips.
There’s a guttural roar, breaking me, and the pain vanishes.
My body explodes.
Chapter28
An Unexpected Recovery
Summer
