I was fascinated by the danger, the lust in his eyes, the throbbing in his jaw… He was like a hunter, and I was the prey.
His cock was still rock hard, and I licked my lips.
“What are you going to take, my demon?”
He didn't answer. Just grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. This was a side to Dagon I had never seen. There were no boundaries, no pretending, no holding back. I wanted my demon to unleash everything he had, and I wanted to be the one who took it all.
“On your knees,” he growled.
I fell to my knees the second he commanded it. It felt like we were playing a game of power exchange. But no, it was no game, it was reality.
“Hands.”
He didn’t need to elaborate. I raised my hands and he wrapped his fingers around my wrists, pressing them to the coldtile behind me. My back collided with the cold tiles, but I didn’t care. Dagon’s grip was strong, circling the edge of pain. Instead of being terrified, I craved more.
Dagon had me. All of me.
His hold was the chain around my hands, and I gladly submitted to him, to the feeling of letting go of my control and giving it all to him.
“Keep your lips closed,” he ordered.
I obeyed, lips pressed shut as he teased the seam with his cock. Precum painted my lips, and I ached to swipe my tongue over his length, to taste him, to have him fill my mouth.
With his free hand he twisted my nipple, then moved with maddening slowness across my jaw, my cheek, my neck. I begged him with my eyes.
And still, he kept me waiting.
“You look so perfect on your knees for me,” Dagon moaned. “Demons always take, even when they give, and the demon inside me wants to takeeverything. To ravish you in ways you’ll never forget, to mark every inch of your skin so the world knows who you belong to. To claim every hole and leave the memory of it etched into your body.”
I whimpered through my sealed lips, telling him:yes, please. All of it.
His purple eyes darkened.
“You don’t understand, Di. I’m a creature of the darkness. I’ve always been and always will be. I've buried parts of myself for so long, but I can’t do it anymore. Can you take it? Can you embrace this hunger, the darkness, this possessiveness, thisobsessionI have with you that goes far beyond what’s normal in our world?”
I didn't flinch. I didn't hesitate.
Instead, with a smirk and fire in my gaze, I swiped my tongue over the tip of his cock and moaned like a slut.
“Give it to me, my demon. I want it all.”
Nothing about his darkness scared me.
Dagon growled and shoved his cock between my lips. His grip on my wrists tightened, and his other hand cupped the back of my neck. His thrusts started hard, ruthless, then switched to slow, sensual ones. Then back again, a brutal rhythm of claim and tease.
He alternated between roughness and tenderness, and I loved every second of it
I couldn't touch him, so I gave myself over to the feeling, to the way he used my mouth like it was his.
“You belong to me, Diablos Hughes,” Dagon rasped, voice low and wrecked as our eyes met.
I moaned around him, and he tensed. A moment later, he pulled out and came over my face. I opened my mouth, desperate for the taste, and hummed when I got it.
Looking up at him, this magnificent, powerful demon, with his muscles taut, his wings spread wide, his horns curling upward, those violet eyes gleaming down at me…
I was his. Fully. Proudly.
Dagon dropped to his knees, cradled my hands, and kissed my wrists. Then, with slow reverence, he spread his release across my face and licked it clean.
