“Right, but not by draining my lifeforce, correct?” I insisted.
My heart broke when he just stared at me. I pushed back further on his shoulders, trying to ignore the dull throbbing between my thighs, the hollowness screaming to be filled, and the wretched voice at the back of my head shouting that just a little leeching this once wasn’t such a big deal. After all, Sophia said as much.
“I’m sorry,” I said, proud of myself for not recklessly giving in. “This is a deal breaker for me. I mean, you’re crazy hot. And I definitely want to get down and dirty with you. But not at the cost of dying early.”
“It won’t kill you overnight,” he argued, as if that was self-evident.
“Maybe not overnight, but it will still shorten my lifespan. Correct?” I asked, daring him to deny it.
He pursed his lips, looking somewhat disgruntled before giving me a stiff nod.
“Yes, it will.”
“Theeeeen that’s a hard pass for me,” I said, trying to gently push him aside while sliding down the edge of the armrest of the couch.
Vazul took a step closer, blocking me in, his right hand tightening on my nape while the other gripped my right butt cheek.
“Fine, I won’t drain you,” he growled, visibly displeased.
“How do I know you’re not lying to get what you want?” I challenged, my eyes flicking between his.
He gave me an offended look. “You are my Mistress. I cannot lie to you. If I say I won’t drain you, then I am sworn to uphold my word.”
I couldn’t tell if I was being naive or just allowing myself to be swayed because he was saying what I wanted to hear, but I believed him. Instantly, a different type of unease swelled within me.
“But will you starve if you don’t?” I asked timidly.
He shook his head, still looking a bit disgruntled. For some stupid reason, he reminded me of a man expecting a fancy meal and being served a stir fry and steamed rice instead of the big fat steak with potatoes he’d been salivating for.
“No. I can survive on emotions. They’re not as filling and won’t make me as powerful, but it will sustain me.”
“And that doesn’t drain my lifeforce and won’t make me die earlier?” I asked, wanting to make sure there was no misunderstanding.
“No, it will not. It is entirely harmless for you. It just means I will have to make you come harder and more often to be sated,” he said with a shrug.
I blinked. “And that’s a problem, how? Aren’t you a sex demon?”
He snorted, his aggravation fading away while the most lascivious expression descended over his handsome features.
“I am. And right now, I am famished. Prepared to scream for me, Mistress.”
His hand on my nape glided up to fist my hair. He yanked my head back with just enough force to give it the right type of sting even as his mouth latched onto my nipple. The searing heat of his lips sucking on my hardening little nubs reawakened the throbbing that had begun to dull during our conversation.
I gasped when his hand on my butt slipped to my front with a boldness that left me reeling. He didn’t pussyfoot around, tease, or hover. Vazul went straight for gold, shoving the slim fabric of my panties to the side before fingering my slit. A violent shiver coursed through me when an unnatural heat began spreading along my inner walls as his fingers dipped inside of me. I held onto his shoulders, my head thrown back as sighs of delight tumbled out of me.
He nipped at my nipple, then immediately soothed the slight pain with a lick before sucking on it again. How the fuck did hemanage to make it feel as if it was my clit he was tending to? Except, it was his thumb flicking it while two fingers dipped in and out of me. It took me a moment to realize what was causing the strange sensation over my skin, wherever his body touched me. I glanced down at him, only to see fiery lightning streaks flicking in and out of existence under his skin. The heat they generated acted almost like the gentle caress of ebbing, warm water.
A strangled moan escaped me when he repeatedly grazed my sweet spot by crooking his fingers inside me. Intense pleasure began building deep within. As he abandoned my left nipple to pay homage to the right one, I noticed his eyes glowing. It wasn’t the angry red shade that had so frightened me earlier. This one had a reassuring silver-blue hue.
I realized he was feeding. As a ‘newborn’ demon, he undoubtedly had to be starving. The tiny voice of reason at the back of my head whispered I should be freaking out, but a thrill coursed through me instead at that sense of danger.
To my dismay, just as I was beginning to crest, Vazul suddenly yanked his fingers out of me and pulled down both my skirt and panties at the same time. The room spun, and I yelped as he jerked my garments upward, lifting my legs up in the process. I fell backward onto the cushion of the couch, my butt still propped up by the armrest. Before I could regain my bearings, the inferno of Vazul’s mouth settled on my clit.
My back arched, and I cried out as he immediately proceeded to devour me like a famished beast. Kneeling next to the couch, his face buried between my thighs, Vazul settled my legs over his shoulders while he feasted. My demon extruded his claws, and raked them over my belly, the length of my thighs, and down my legs in a blazing trail that had me shivering all over.
His tongue fucking me was driving me insane with bliss. I had kissed him. My tongue had swirled around his. But what wasthrusting in and out of me right now felt impossibly thick and long. Each time he pulled it out, Vazul slightly tilted his head back, giving my clit a mind-blowing rub that sent electric sparks throughout my nether region.
My climax crashed over me, tearing a sharp cry out of my throat. With a will of their own, my feet kicked up, as violent spasms coursed through me. As pleasure swept me away, I felt Vazul yank his horns free from my grasp. His tongue pulled out of me, and the room spun again. Next thing I knew, I was lying face down on the cushion, ass up.
