Chapter Six - Why Demons Make Better Lovers (Part 2)

The little lamb was so tight. Zagan's muscles screamed with the need to move but he held off. "Shh, just relax. You feel so good, Akila." His thumb stimulated her clit, easing her discomfort. He picked up the mild scent of her blood, feeling his hunger stir from deep within. It was unbelievable what she did to him. Usually, a feeding would last him days but her blood turned him insatiable. He craved for more.

Pain soon morphed into pleasure and the moment Akila relaxed, Zagan began to move in shallow pumps. He stretched her tightness, gauging her reaction and heard nothing but soft sighs. He angled his face closer to hers, capturing her lips for a scorching kiss. She threaded her fingers through his hair, slanting her mouth over his and opening wider to suck on his tongue. It seemed his pupil was a fast learner.

He growled into their kiss, his hips shooting forward between her legs. It didn't hurt anymore, wrenching a moan from Akila. He withdrew, then sank even deeper.

It was incredible!

Akila broke away to cry, "Yes! Yes, Zagan!" Her legs wrapped around his waist, anchoring herself to the wild rhythm of his hips. Their moans, her cries and their slapping skin was an erotic symphony to her ears. She tightened around him, her slick gushing.

Leaning on his forearms, Zagan surged into her, his black hair mussed from her frantic grip, his eyes hooded. He stared down into her face, brows drawn as if she confounded him. "You're making me lose control."

She saw the pinpricks of his fangs jutting out.

"You don't have to hold back," she panted.

Her words surprised them both but, Zagan never stopped moving. He assumed she was either challenging or mocking him, withdrawing before ramming his hips forward, taking her breath away.

Somehow, Akila was getting used to his strength — his intensity.

Zagan rose on his knees and gripped her hips. "That was only the beginning." Engaging every muscle in his body, he yanked her closer as he shoved.

Akila cried out, being lifted to meet him thrust for thrust. He rocked into her, the pressure hitting her clit every time. Once in sync, their bodies moved rhythmically. Zagan pistoned between her legs, railing her as if she was the first woman he'd ever fucked while Akila hovered on the precipice of pleasure and pain, reduced to a state of numbing bliss. Dazed, she wondered if this made demons better lovers.

Each time Zagan snatched her up, his biceps bulged, thrilling her feminine core. He was so strong. His pecs flexed, hard slabs of muscle beneath sweat-lathered skin. Just witnessing his toiling pushed her closer to the brink.

It seemed Zagan enjoyed watching her too, his voice thick as gravel as he rasped, "I adore your nipples, your breasts and your tight pussy. The way you watch me with those golden eyes. Do you like watching me fuck you?" Their slapping bodies echoed loudly in the room.

"Ahh! Yes! I've never felt this way before!" she half sobbed. "You're…going to make me…come!"

"Fuck!" He swelled even more. "Can't hold on! My cock's about to explode!" The lines on his face grew tight as if he were in misery.

"Zagan!" she screamed, coming off the bed, her vision blurring. Her breasts smashed against his dampened chest, her core strangling him like a fist. The demon pushed back his orgasm, instead he pierced her neck and started to drink his fill, heightening Akila's buzz. When her spasms subsided only did he ejaculate, throwing his head back and roaring to the ceiling, tendons bow-string taut.

It was a Hot. Wet. Bliss.

His cum flooded her virgin pussy until it leaked from their joined bodies.

He gave a brutal stab of his hips one last time, sending another crest of aftershocks rippling through her body, her pussy milking each drop from him before he collapsed on top of her. Akila should have complained about his weight, but she liked feeling him there. It gave her a sense of reassurance.

Had the sex gone to her head? she mused. Just one round of lovemaking with this demon and her defenses were crumbling. She'd even given him permission to drink her blood — twice.

"Is sex always this good?" she asked, fingers stroking his matted hair. Their breaths were still short, the only sound in the bedchamber.

His chuckle was raw and hoarse. "Little lamb that was only the tip of the iceberg. There's more to sex than what we just did."

"Allow me rephrase my question. Will sex be this good every time?"

"It will be with me." His answer was arrogant and irrefutable. "And it will only get better."

It was a promise — a promise that they will be fucking often. Zagan rolled off, his semi-hard cock pulling out of her. She made a mewling protest, feeling empty without him inside her, his seed leaking onto the sheets. "Where are you going?"

He padded into the water closet and returned with a wet cloth, nudging her legs wide to clean the blood and semen from her core. She flinched at the distinct soreness. "Why are you being kind to me?"

It was an unexpected question. His brows arched in wry amusement. "Why shouldn't I be kind to you?"

She chewed on her lower lip. "Because…I'm your enemy."

"Contrary to the rumors, I don't hurt the women I sleep with," he clarified, returning to his task at hand. "As my concubine, you can expect fair treatment from me."

Her ears turned red. "What about your mistress?"

"What about my mistress?" he repeatedly dryly.

She disliked how his tone suggested that Mara was none of her business. His callousness hurt. Like a bucket of cold water being poured over her head, she sobered instantly. Pleasure gone, she was reminded of what she was to him — a meal — and nothing more.

Don't forget that he despises humans, she chastised herself. Withdrawing her legs from his touch, pride made her lift her chin. "Forget I asked. Shouldn't you be leaving now that you've had your fill?"

Dark brows rose at her abrupt demeanor. Zagan concluded that the female race regardless of species shared a common trait – their sensitivity. He sighed, tossing the cloth aside and climbed back into bed. His arms caged her from above, deliberately intimidating her. "Is there something you'd like to say?" Quiet. Meaningful words. There was no misunderstanding the threat they promised.

Her apprehensive gaze darted to the far corner of the room. "If my body now belongs to you, then I'm not keen on sharing." It was her closest confession to the fact that she didn't want him sleeping with Mara.

"I'm afraid I don't understand."

The bastard.

He wanted her to be more specific, knowing exactly what she meant. Drawing the covers over her head, she huffed. "Again, forget I asked. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."

A dreadful pause ensued.

Zagan glanced down at the hidden mass beneath the covers, the same incomprehensible tendrils of emotion spreading within his chest. It made his fists clenched with irritation.

What was this feeling — this ache that intensified the hollowness of his beating heart?

"You may find it hard to believe but I don't make promises I can't keep," he finally spoke, sounding cold and deliberate. "I am a demon, Akila. We don't play fair and we're not kind. We take what we want, and we manipulate people to use them to our advantage. Most importantly, we don't have a heart. Keep that in mind and you will never ask me for fidelity again. Feeling anything more than sex will only lead you to your downfall. You're a smart woman. Don't let emotions cloud your judgement for they're untrustworthy. When a demon enters your life, no matter as a friend or foe, always be ready to protect yourself with the intention to kill. None of us is to be trusted — not even me."

He stood, battling the urge to touch her...to offer comfort. His fingers twitched. It was an unfamiliar feeling. Hatred, cruelty, and bloodshed, he knew intimately. Softness and affection...those were out of his realm. Reluctantly, he headed for the door. "I'll leave you alone tonight. It seems we both have much to reflect on."

Akila heard the decisive click of his departure and tossed the covers aside, calling herself all kinds of stupid as tears rolled down her cheek. Zagan was right. The truth of his words pierced through the haze of momentary folly. What had she been thinking? To have been manipulated by the passion he had awakened. Her glaring inexperience with men and intimacy was the reason she couldn't separate love from sex — to be blinded from the demon's true nature.

Sniffling, she wiped her tears and swore never to let him hurt her again.