Chapter VIII
VIII
He had spent the whole night in bed with me, holding me close as we slept or maybe just me sleeping, lost in dreams. When I woke, he was already propping his head on his elbow, watching me.
I turned toward him, copying his pose, and let my eyes meet his.
His half-naked torso peeked out from under the duvet, and when my hand playfully reached for the blanket, he caught my wrist.
"Ah, no… how insatiable you are," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "You still need to recover, kitten."
I pouted, but reluctantly let my hand fall back to the pillow. I stayed there, eyes locked on his, waiting for him to speak again.
"Since you’re mine now… after the ritual in that treehouse," he said, his words lingering in the air like smoke.
The treehouse flashed through my mind like a vivid memory. I think we had… broken it yesterday? And how the hell had it even appeared there, in the middle of the playground?
"I’m yours now?" I echoed, the weight of his words settling over me, and the mention of the ritual made me flush. "Ritual?"
He smiled, a slow, knowing curl of his lips. "Yes… if having such a powerful sex like that with a demon after midnight on Halloween counts as a ritual, then yes. You’re mine now."
There was something in the gentleness of his tone that made me like him even more. I tilted my head and smiled back, tracing invisible patterns across his chest. Every brush of my fingertips made his skin ripple, goosebumps dancing along his muscles.
"You are mine," he said softly. "And I am yours."
The possessiveness in his words made my heart skip. I had always dreamed of someone like him—someone so entirely certain, so unshakably sure.
"You are mine… well, but…" I trailed off, my curiosity and desire mingling.
"But?" His brow arched, and he pulled me closer, our bodies pressing together naturally. The intensity between us was almost tangible, an electric pull that made every breath deeper, every heartbeat faster. His hard cock was ready for me again and was successfully pushing against my stomach.
"Ah… I… forgot what I wanted to say," I admitted, letting out a soft giggle, a blush creeping up my cheeks.
He smiled and brushed his lips against mine, it was such a slow, lingering kiss that made me feel like I could stay in this moment forever.
"You're mine, so I'm taking you with me…"
"Where are we going, to Hell?" I laughed, burying my face in his hair, my hands resting on his neck. I could feel his pulse pounding beneath my fingertips, his heart beating stronger and faster than mine.
But his expression turned serious, as if he didn’t catch the joke. "Well..."
"You're serious…" I raised an eyebrow, my mouth forming a surprised half-smile.
"Yes, absolutely. Demons live in Hell."
"Like I’m supposed to stew in a cauldron now because of you?"
He laughed with that rich, dark, and full laugh, filling the room with warmth and mischief.
"No, of course not. You won’t live in a cauldron. You’ll live in a gorgeous mansion with a sexy demon, aka me." He winked and leaned in for a kiss. I let him claim my lips, gentle and lazy, like a promise.
When he finally pulled back, tasting me one last time, I whispered, "So this means… I won’t have to work like a damn thing in front of a monitor for 50 hours a week on this cursed planet?"
He laughed again, softer this time. "No. You can do whatever your heart desires, kitten." He kissed me lightly, hopelessly, sweetly.
"Well, what’s there to think about? Damn it, Shai! Yes, I agree."
"Good," he murmured, a smile curling on his lips. "Then I have one last gift for you."
He leaned close to my ear, his voice lowering to a whisper as a large silver chain materialized in his hand. Slowly, he hooked it around my neck, pulling me gently toward him until our lips met again.
"Mmm… BDSM?" I teased against his mouth.
He chuckled darkly. "No. This is the chain of our marriage, a charm of our demonic contract. But as a BDSM toy… we can use it too. We’ll have all the time in the world to explore each other, in ways you can’t even imagine."
"Well," I smiled, my voice breathy, "I’m a girl who reads dark romance and all this book porn, so trust me, you’ll be the one who’s shocked by my fantasies."
The demon grinned and kissed me again, his lips hot against mine.
"Then welcome to my family, Aurora. You’re mine forever now."
"Yours, yours," I purred into the kiss, grinning impishly against his demonic lips. "Your kitten, completely and utterly!"
He growled his approval, tongue delving deep to claim my mouth with renewed desire.
"Mhmm, I could kiss these sweet lips for an eternity and never tire of the taste," he rumbled, hands sliding lower, those massive paws squeezing and kneading the supple globes of my ass.
I arched into his touch, a sweet moan spilling from my throat to mingle with his dark chuckle.
The thick, hard length of him prodded demandingly at my stomach, reigniting the flames of my own desire.
I rolled my hips, grinding against his thick shaft, my body already aching to feel him stretching me open once more.
The heat of his arousal scorched my skin, the promise of another round of demonic sex sending liquid lust coursing through my veins.
I was insatiable, addicted to his touch, his taste, his very essence.
And from the way he held me, kissed me, I knew he felt the same all-consuming need.
He broke the kiss with a question that caught me off guard.
“Do you still want to go to the Halloween party?”
I blinked, not understanding at first why he was asking but then it hit me. I really had wanted to go last night… and never did.
“Well… actually, I did want to,” I admitted, glancing away. “But Halloween’s over.”
I turned my back to him, but he immediately pulled me against his chest. My hips fit perfectly into his, and I could still feel his lingering hardness pressing against me. His lips brushed the back of my neck as I reached for my phone and held it up for him to see.
“November 1st,” I said. “Eight thirty-three a.m.”
He only tilted his head with that infuriatingly charming smile.
“There’s a club in the amusement park that celebrates Halloween for an entire week,” he murmured. “I know the owner personally. We can still go if that’s what you want, kitten.”
He nuzzled into my neck, his breath warm and teasing against my skin, and I melted a little more into his embrace.
“Then why not?” I said, pursing my lips, waiting to see what he’d do next.
But instead of answering, he suddenly yanked the blanket away. The morning chill swept over me, and I shivered at the loss of his heat.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he said, glancing over his shoulder with a wicked grin. “Then we can hit the mall and get you a new Halloween costume. How does that sound?”
He winked and walked off toward the bathroom, hips swaying in the most distracting way imaginable showing his perfectly pumped buns that I wanted to bury my teeth into.
"Fuck, how did I get so lucky to find myself in the arms of a man like him?
" I exclaimed, slapping my forehead in disbelief before sinking back against the plush pillow, a cozy blanket draped over my naked body.
I inhaled deeply, the scent of my dark lover permeating the fabrics, his essence now was an integral part of our shared sanctuary.
A giddy laugh bubbled up from my chest as the world took on a new, vibrant hue, the bleak grey transformed into a canvas painted with the colors of joy.
Emerging from the bathroom, Shai leaned against the doorframe, muscular arms crossed over his broad chest as he drank in the sight of me sprawled across the bed.
The towel I had worn earlier was now clinging precariously to his hips, the black fabric adorned with an array of orange pumpkins that seemed almost obscenely.
The garment hung low on his hips and I found myself aching to yank it down, to expose him fully and take him into my mouth once more.
The primal urge to suck him, to taste him, to feel his thick cock pulsing against my tongue and throat, consumed my thoughts, the hunger already building anew in the pit of my belly.
As if reading my mind, he grinned wider and stepped closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Are you still under the covers?" he asked, one brow arched in playful surprise.
I stood up, tossing the blanket aside. "I’m taking a shower too, handsome," I teased, winking as I yanked the towel right under of his hips. He almost jumped onto the bed in shock before bursting into laughter. I darted toward the bathroom, giggling, until the demon caught me and punished me, though the way he probably could have punished me could feel suspiciously like pleasure. Someday, I told myself, I’d learn exactly why that was and how to reach this new sort of pleasure with him through such fun games.
In the shower, I let the water wash over me, rinsing away every lingering doubt that any of this was a dream.
It was real. All of it. I had woken into another world, the one brighter, more vivid, where love and passion replaced the dull grey weight of loneliness.
I smiled as the warm water cascaded down my skin, dancing lightly to the rhythm of a song that had been silent in my heart for years.