He’s taking me so hard. The pain has me screaming and pulling on the binds.
“Don’t fight, pet. This is what you’re meant for.”
I’m not fighting.
I’m staring up into the mirrors as Marcus becomes a wild beast, rutting and huffing. His powerful body pins me and I’m helpless as he takes what he wants.
“Marcus…”
I cum and he roars. His hands close around my face and he kisses me as he drives to the hilt and fills me.
Chapter Nineteen
Lenora
ThedemonvanishesbeforeMarcus has twitched the last bit of his seed inside me.
I feel the shudder that courses through him and I know the creature has released him. His body slumps over mine, our hearts meeting in an unsteady rhythm between us.
Overhead, I watch my reflection circle his shoulders. My fingers glide through his hair in gentle strokes that earn me the turning of his face into the side of my neck.
It’s so sweet.
So normal.
Watching them makes me think it could be possible to have this. That we could heal together and grow stronger.
Until Julen Duval kills him, too.
I know enough about this world that it never stops. By now, they would have found Etienne Duval. His bloated corpse would be the talk at breakfast. They would assume foul play even though there is no evidence of it.
But no one gets bit that many times in the confines of his bed without a single snake as proof. They would absolutely point fingers.
At Marcus.
No one else wants them dead, they’d say.
I need to kill the others. I need to protect Marcus.
“Mon p’tit?”
I hum quietly in response.
His head lifts and I find myself lost in the silver lakes of his scrutiny. An unruly tendril slips over his brow. Into his eyes.
“Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head.
Toned forearms brace into the mattress on either side of my head. His expression is soft. Thoughtful, but so deep with regret my heart hurts.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop.”
The hands on his shoulder slip to cup his face. “I didn’t want you to stop.”
Heat flares in his eyes before he smothers it behind the kiss he presses into my lips. His palms touch my face, and I exhale for what feels like the first time in days. Even with the weight of him crushing me into the foam, I feel … safe.
But his expression shifts. Wariness creases lines around his eyes and pulls his lips into a thin line. His gaze sweeps over the room like he’s searching for the demon, and I think how fascinating it is that he isn’t scared. He’s not falling into hysterics like most would.
