What felt like an eternity passed in near silence. Only Yahweh’s relentless screaming could be heard as Shem, Hypnos, and I waited for Gabriel to finish his work.
Finally, the wheel slowed, and the smoke from the kiln thinned.
For two long beats, there was silence. Even Yahweh seemed to be spent.
I slid forward, laying my hand on the closed door of the kiln, swallowing past a thick lump in my throat.
“Ramel?” I whispered against the door. My magic reached for him, and there was a flicker behind the thick clay.
Was he alive?
Without warning, the door blew open with such force I was pushed back several steps. There was a blur of black, and suddenly, a hard body slammed into me.
Next thing I knew, I was horizontal, and Ramel was on top of me, his hazel eyes wild and feral. His pupils were engorged and had nearly eaten the entirety of his irises.
The excitement and ecstasy I felt to see him alive quickly bled away to shock and concern at the look of thirst and hunger that haunted his features.
“Ramel… I thought… I thought you were gone,” I whispered, unable to look away from his near animalistic gaze.
A sinister smile spread across his lips, exposing long, pointed canines. I frowned… He hadn’t had those before.
“I’ve already told you, Lilith. You will never escape me. You are mine, and I will never fucking let you go,” he snarled as he threaded a midnight hand into my hair. Yanking my head to the side, he sank his new fangs into the side of my neck.
“Well… that’s new,” Shem commented dryly, and I gasped in shock as he sucked, gulping back mouthfuls of my blood.
‘Mine.’Ramel’s voice rolled through my mind as he drank.
‘Yours,’I replied back into his head, my heart fluttering in elation. He was alive. He was back. My nightmare had survived God’s wrath and returned to me. If he wanted my blood, that was what he would have.
Each pullon my throat stoked a fire in my core. He worried his teeth deeper into my flesh and growled as his throat worked, gulping back my blood as if he were a man dying of thirst. I felt my magic rush into him, returning the strength that he had lost in death. He filled his veins with my essence as if they were riverbeds welcoming rain after a drought. My blood finished the work that Yahweh’s magic started, eternally solidifying Ramel and returning the demon I had gifted him to his body.
The initial pain of his bite quickly changed to an intoxicating burning pleasure and I groaned beneath him, running my own midnight hands up into his hair, pressing him further into my throat. I felt a bleating need grow in my chest. He wasmine.I had made him, and I would never allow anyone to take him from me again. I ran my sharp nails down the back of his neck hard enough to draw blood.
I wantedmore.
He snarled in approval, pulling back slightly. “Lilith…” He stroked a hand down the side of my face.
“Do it again,” I growled, my voice nearly cracking with need. I found myself grinding my hips beneath him; the power of his bite had set my body on fire, and I suddenly needed him inside me. I could feel the hard ridge of him pressing against me, and I knew he was just as desperate for me as I was for him.
His nearly all-black eyes widened in surprise at my request.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for. I will devour you.” His voice was raw and animalistic. There was an inhumane growl rumbling in his chest as he pressed me further back into the stormy clouds beneath us.
“Take what you need, I want to feel you inside of me,” I hissed.
“Should we… give them some privacy?” I barely heard Hypnos as Ramel ripped my dress down, exposing my chest to him.
“No,” Shem said, sounding mildly entertained. “I like to watch.”
Ramel sank his fangs into one of my breasts, and I cried out in ecstasy, arching against him as another impossibly hot line of pleasure surged directly to my clit. I spread my legs and pulled his hips closer to me, grinding harder against him as the pleasure rode my body.
Every inch of me needed him to be touching me. My skin was burning, and my heart was throbbing in my chest. He rolled his tongue over the wounds he had pierced into my breast, and both of my nipples hardened so quickly that I gasped.
My hips were moving of their own accord, relentlessly grinding up against him, begging him to take me. My throat was tight, and my eyes were full of tears.
He was back.
He was here.He had kept his promise and never left me.
