Chapter 6
Aios
Ilift Eve from the bed in her unconscious state.
A surprised sound slips from her throat, and she tucks under my jaw like she belongs there. Heat from her skin seeps into me as my arms tighten around my possession.
The corridor to the master bath runs long and dim.
As we pass, my memory of long-removed wall sconces reawakens them one by one, flames licking tarnished brass in place of the stark, ugly electric lights.
At the end, a deep porcelain claw-foot tub stands in a marble alcove, all green-veined stone and brass taps gone warm with age.
I set her on the cushioned bench.
“Open your eyes, little witch.”
I turn on the hot, then the cold. Water thunders through stubborn pipes and slaps porcelain. Steam lifts in pale ribbons.
On the shelf, there’s a row of bottles. They feel foreign to my eyes as I brush my hand down her cheek.
“Which one?” I ask, turning her hazy gaze upward.
Her swollen, pink lips turn up at the corners, and that heat in my chest thumps back to life.
She’s smiling. For me.
“That one.” She nods as I point to a curved bottle filled with pink liquid. “It’s bubblegum scented.”
“Bubblegum.” The word tangles on my tongue, and her smile turns to a laugh that drives all the darkness from my world before her light.
“That sounds funny when you say it.”
“You will laugh like that whenever I command,” I order, cracking open the middle of the bottle and dumping the contents into the steaming water.
“It doesn’t work like that,” she says, laughing harder as bubbles rise and pop over the surface of the water.
“What doesn’t?” Anger swells in my chest. “I want you to laugh when I tell you to laugh.”
She sighs. “Laughing is like…” She twists her lips in thought, then raises a finger. “Like an orgasm. You can’t force it. When it happens, it happens.”
I scoff. “You will have orgasms when I tell you to as well.”
She shrugs. “If you say so, but you have to be sure you do funny things to make me laugh and other things to make me orgasm. I hope you don’t mix them up. Or maybe that would be fun.”
When the tub is ready, I step in first. The iron feet shudder under my weight as I extend my hand.
“Come.”
Her little fingers weave into mine. With careful steps, she’s over the edge of the tub, then a soft wince when the water hits that battered and torn part of her soft body.
“I’m sorry. That will not hurt like that every time.”
Her hiss dies as soon as the warmth envelops her. The bubbles rise around us until they spill over the edge of the tub. She settles back to my chest with a long exhale, like the end of a bad dream.
I soak a cloth and begin soothing her. Down her arms. Across her ribs. A slow pass over her stomach, then the inside of her thigh. Small, patient motions.
The desire to take her again rips through my center, but there’s a control that pushes it back down even as my cock thickens, raging up the center of her back with the slick soap.
“How do you feel, little witch?” My palm rests low on her belly.
“Perfect.” Her head tips back to my shoulder, eyes shut, lips curving.
I rinse the cloth and wring it out, water pattering back into the bath. She watches my hands, dreamy and intent.
“You like it here?” I ask, thumb tracing heat into her hip, wondering again how I’m going to explain the only way for us to be together.
Her lashes lift. “I like anywhere you are. And that beast I feel pulsing up my back.” She releases one of those happy sounds, and all I can think is that she is a miracle. Something I did not believe in until now.
My grip tightens as she turns and presses a kiss to my chest. My pulse kicks under her mouth. Her fingers drift lower.
“Easy,” I warn, catching her hand.
“I’m not teasing.” She looks up, steady as a vow. “I want to… You know. Like you did for me.” She touches a single finger to her lips. “With my mouth.”
Could she get any better?
The tip of my cock stands inches above the surface of the water. The first warm brush of her mouth punches a sound out of me. She glances up, startled by the power she’s holding, and I have to breathe through the surge that wants to take over.
I give in to my own base desires, shoving her head beneath the water, stuffing her mouth full of cock, her laughter bubbles dissolving against my chest before she surfaces with a gasp. “Your choice,” she giggles, fingertips brushing my collarbone. “Let me breathe or drown?”
“Both,” I growl
“Kneel,” I command, yanking her hair until she does, bubbles sliding over her shoulders like liquid silk.
My cock bounces in the water, and she licks her lips. Those human lips, soft as petals, but so eager to please. She doesn’t hesitate as she lowers herself down, and I cast a simple air spell. She’ll feel the burning need to breathe, but she’ll hold her breath for the rest of time if I will it.
Her tongue swirls around me first, before she takes me deeper than I expected.
“Fuck,” I curse, fingers threading into her hair as she gulps down every inch.
My balls tighten instantly under the suction, but she works me harder. The water sloshing around the back of her head. Her lips clamp tight, cheeks hollowing with each pull. The bathroom mirror fogs.
“You’re too good at this,” I rasp, tilting her head further back until my cock grazes the roof of her mouth and I pull her upward.
She gags softly, eyes watering but still locked on mine in a silent challenge. My claws bite into the sides of her head, bruising as I thrust shallowly, then deeper, watching how her throat muscles flutter around me.
“Suck harder,” I demand when she falters.
She obeys with a hungry whimper, lips working me while her free hand clamps to my leg to steady herself.
The other trails down her stomach until her fingers slip into her slit beneath the water’s surface.
My gaze follows, sharp and possessive, as I watch her pleasure herself while taking every inch of me.
“Stop,” I snap, snatching her wrist mid-stroke. “I’m the one who pleasures you.”
Before she can protest, my clawed hand replaces hers, thick digits parting her swollen folds as she arches into my touch.
Her eyes are wide as I pump both of us in tandem. She moans into my shaft as I shove her face back under the water to take me down to the root, the vibration sending aftershocks straight to my crown.
Her tongue flicks on the underside of my shaft and my cock starts to sing her praises, and I reward her by forcing her deeper until her nose touches my belly.
Water sloshes over the tub as she strains, her body still telling her she needs to breathe even as her hair floats on the surface, her hips meeting my palm’s rhythm with desperate little bucks.
I grip her jaw, forcing her throat open as I pulse inside her repeatedly. Harder, deeper, my cock sliding down her throat until my seed floods her in thick ropes. She drinks it greedily, swallowing as I fill the back of her throat until her lips quiver from the strain.
When I pull out, she slumps forward, gasping, hair dripping over my thighs like a waterfall. But I’m not done. With a low laugh, I grip my cock, letting the barbs fly open to cut my palm as I drag it up and down the shaft.
My black, tar-like blood thickly drips into the water even as the wounds close, and I let the barbs go smooth again.
“Lick the rest off,” I murmur, guiding myself to her lips again for one final drag of her tongue. She does, savoring every drop until I’m clean.
Her pink cheeks flush darker when I kiss her forehead afterward and remove the spell, letting her draw a grateful breath.
“Perfect.” I swipe a glimmer from her lower lip with my thumb. She opens for me and takes my thumb in, slow, like she wants to prove she understands. Heat cracks down my spine. “Such a good girl.”
She swipes the back of her hand over her lips, her little tits high on her chest. “Thank you, Daddy. I tried to do my best.”
My hand slides between her thighs again, just pressure and patience. She’s already shaking, breath catching in little sparks as I tighten the rhythm.
“I adore how you would rather please me than breathe. I pleases me.”
How can I ever live without her? This miracle angel has my balls on a string.
Killing her in order to secure her immortality would drive the very life force from her that makes her my Eve.
But I cannot return to the demon realm without her.
Not only would it kill me, I would never break her heart like that.
A crossroads is coming, I just do not know which way we will go.
“That’s it,” I breathe against her ear, denying the inevitable cost of our love. “Take it. Take what I’m giving back.”
She breaks quickly and beautifully, back bowing as a small cry ricochets off marble and tile. I hold her through it, working her down with slow strokes until the tremors ease, and she goes heavy in my arms.
After, I hold her against me, my chin resting on her hair. Steam beads on the cracked mirror. The room smells like bubblegum and our pleasure.
“Careful with me,” she whispers, sleepy and smiling. “You could hurt me like no one before.”
I press my mouth to the crown of her head. “You’re mine, little Eve. But I am yours, also. There is no separating us.”
The words boarder on a lie. Something inside me swells with dread.
She settles deeper, fingers tracing idle paths over the back of my hand. Just us and the slow lap of water against porcelain.
“Rest,” I say. Her tired, human body is losing energy faster than I can replenish it.
Her answer is a soft sound that lands against my throat. I hold her there, skin to skin in the warm bath, and know that I can never leave her.
I will keep her fed, keep her warm, and keep her mine. No matter the cost.