Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Daemon
THE LEUCH RIVER
For a moment, I was frozen. Shocked, stunned, and fighting against every memory of me telling myself to stay away from her. I didn’t move. Afraid that if I did, I would wake from this dream of Vhaena’s lips against mine.
But it wasn’t a dream. The woman I had been depriving myself of for years was kissing me. Even if she didn’t know it was me. She had no idea if I was some random demon or someone she knew. But I was determined to show her who I was without her eyes.
I had no idea what made her do it, but I wasn’t going to question it. Not when this was something I had wanted for so long.
Her lips were soft, molding with mine better than I had ever envisioned.
My hand moved to her face, cradling her cheek ever so gently.
Water streamed off her darkened hair and down her glistening skin, cooled by the river but quickly heating from the devastatingly slow kiss.
She leaned in again, and my control began to crack.
I kissed her back. As if I had been starving for years, and her kiss was like my first taste of something real. I’d spent so long imagining this—aching for it in silence.
She made a sound, a soft sigh that ignited something that had lain dormant for so long.
My control cracked a little bit more.
My mask was still off, discarded on the bank of the river. One small shift of her blindfold and she would see me. Really see me. She could easily slip off the thin fabric, instantly realize who I was, and her life would be forfeit. Because of me.
Yet, it thrilled me. The forbiddenness. The danger. The risk…
Damn her for tempting me, for making me forget the cost. But god, I reveled in it. It was beyond exhilarating.
And, fuck, my cock was so hard it hurt.
It had taken everything in me not to press myself against her once she wrapped her legs around me, revealing her peaked nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. But now, with our mouths pressed together and the weight of her in my arms, my restraint was wearing thin.
Then her lips parted, and I was nearly gone.
My body shivered, electrified from the moment our tongues met. She tasted warm and wild, like smoke and rosemary from the faintest hint of the herbs she had cooked with. A flavor I was never meant to indulge in, never meant to consume. She quenched a thirst I had been craving all my life.
I matched her stroke for stroke, keeping with the pace she set. With every move of our mouths together, I fell further and further from reason—deeper into the parts of me that wanted to devastate her.
She pulled back suddenly, gasping for breath.
I wanted to know what she was thinking more than anything, to know what war was waging in her silence; but the weight of this moment held me still.
Each passing second had my lungs tightening more and more, until I wasn’t even breathing.
I steeled myself for rejection, for her to walk away, to stop this before it started. And I didn’t know if I could let her.
But then something changed—a shift in the air surrounding her. I saw the moment she surrendered to whatever decision she made.
Her lips parted just before she whispered under her breath, “Fuck it.”
The muscles in her back relaxed just before she slammed her lips back against mine.
This kiss was different. It was raw and punishing, filled with the freedom of broken restraint. As if any amount of willpower she had left melted from the contact. Our teeth and tongues clashed, demanding more.
Her hands were everywhere, like she couldn’t touch me enough. One tangled in my hair, the other roaming across my chest and down my torso until she reached the waistband of my pants.
I wasn’t making any moves. She was in control here.
She didn’t stop. And I would never stop her.
Her fingers barely breached the hem before they skimmed over the tip of my hard cock. I jerked slightly, fighting to hold on to the last remnants of my control—before I fucked her into oblivion.
I shifted my hands to her thighs, reaching underneath her billowing skirt until I felt the thin material of her undergarment. I lightly grazed my finger over her pussy, giving her the same teasing sensation she had given me.
Her breath caught, and I smiled. Such a sweet sound that tasted better than honey. Then her hand slipped down beneath my waistband, and she wrapped her fingers around my cock.
My head fell to her shoulder, and I groaned.
I concentrated on her so I wouldn’t blow in her hand.
I normally had more control than this, but hells, I’d been dreaming about her touching me for so long—and it was so much fucking better than I could have ever imagined.
My tongue trailed along her neck at the same time that I let a finger slide inside the fabric between her legs, brushing along her slit.
Only when she gripped me and moved her hand up and down my shaft did I slowly push a finger inside of her.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered.
“God damn,” I breathed at the same time.
She was warm and slick, tensing and clenching around me as I pushed in farther. She was pumping her hand around me, over and over, stroking her thumb over the head of my cock before going down again.
I fucked her with my finger. In and out. Wishing it was my cock instead.
But I wasn’t going to complain. Vhaena Scoren had her hand wrapped around me while I pleasured her with my own. If this was all I had of her for the rest of my life, I’d happily take it.
“We both know that’s not true.”
She tilted her head to the side as I dragged my tongue up her throat. She gripped me tighter, clenching around my finger when I nipped at her earlobe.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I whispered against her ear.
The moment the words were spoken, she began grinding against my hand. I loved learning about her body, discovering what lit her up. I slipped in another finger and pressed my thumb against her swollen clit, sliding it back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm.
“Demon…” She let out a breathy moan, throbbing around my fingers.
Fuck. I needed to hear that again, wishing it was my name instead.
“Yes?”
She tilted her head up and pressed her mouth to my ear. “Be the last one to be inside me,” she whispered between panting breaths.
It was my fucking undoing.
Those cracks surrounding my control gave way and shattered completely. Years of holding up those walls, and it only took one moment with her to bring them down.
“Ruin her.”
She reached her other hand under the water and pushed my pants down. I pulled my fingers out of her, pushing the fabric down her legs, removing one foot, and letting it dangle around the other ankle so it didn’t flow down the current, before wrapping her legs around me again.
She gripped me again, lowering herself until the tip of my cock pressed against her entrance.
I paused, holding her steady so she couldn’t move any farther.
Her head tilted to the side in a silent question.
“Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me, Vhaena. Because once you do, everything changes. I will make you mine.” There would be no going back. I’d get her off this island and convince her to swear the Oath to the Ministry; I’d finally reveal myself to her.
She kissed me roughly, and I welcomed her forceful tongue in my mouth. Then she pulled away just as quickly, just far enough to speak.
“I want you. I want you to be the last one to touch me. The last one inside me. I need you to erase the memories and be my last— Oh, god!” She moaned when I thrust into her.
It was all I needed to hear. That she wanted me. Needed me. And I didn’t care how wrong it was. Not when it felt right.
All the chains I had wrapped around myself melted under the heat of her words.
There were no more walls, no more cages, no more lies I could tell myself.
The hunger, the need, the obsession—I let it consume me.
I let the hunger inside me surge. Not the demon’s, but mine. Deeper. Older. And far more powerful.
She would have me. Every feral, monstrous inch. I would bury myself in her until she forgot every man who had ever come before me. She would have the man who watched her from afar, who craved her in silence, who dreamed of ruining her in the most worshipful way.
She unleashed something I would never lock away again.
Her body tensed as she stretched around me. She was so fucking tight, it took my breath away. Sharp, desperate, and aching with need, her nails dug into my back. They felt like claws, like mine, dragging across my skin in a parody of my own talons.
She didn’t even realize it, but she was becoming something else—wild, unashamed, and sinful, marking me as if claiming me for her own. It wasn’t just pain. It was a declaration written in flesh—a wordless vow.
“Relax, my little demon. I still have more to give you.” She loosened around me slightly as I began to lower her onto me a little more. “Take your time.”
She moved on her own this time, lowering herself on my cock even more.
“That’s it,” I groaned breathlessly. “You’re taking me so well.”
That must have ignited something inside her because in the next moment, she squeezed her legs and pulled me inside her up to the hilt.
“You feel so good,” she muttered through a shaky breath.
Her head tipped back, the luminescence of the river making her glow like a sapphire in the moonlight.
Once she had a moment to adjust to me filling her, I began to move. I held her by her legs, gripping her thighs to the point of bruising as I slowly thrust in and out of her, faster and faster until I had her bouncing on my cock.
Her skirt spread out in the current away from her giving me a full view of our illuminated bodies, and I watched my cock sliding in and out.
“You look so pretty with me inside you.”
And she was going to take me over and over for as long as I lived.
My mouth traveled to her shoulder, kissing and licking down her chest. She released one hand and pulled down the top of her shirt, freeing her breasts. Such a good girl. I didn’t even have to ask her for this blessing.
I didn’t hesitate before taking her in my mouth. She gasped as I sucked, flicking her nipple with my tongue, all while I kept my eyes on her face. I wished she could see how beautiful she looked.
She yelped when I bit her nipple, just enough to add a pinch of pain to the pleasure. I pulled my mouth away.
“Fuck, Vhaena,” I breathed, taking her in. “Can you picture it? Can you see my cock sliding in and out of you? Can you see your wet hair clinging to your skin in the light of the water, your breasts grazing against the surface?”
I pushed her legs farther apart, driving in even deeper. She let out a whimper and brought her mouth to mine, unable to fully kiss me through her ragged breaths.
“Can you envision how incredible you look fucking a demon? Your demon?”
“Y—yes,” she panted. “I can see it. I can see you.”
Me.
I drove into her relentlessly. The water sloshed with the movements, but I didn’t notice. My sole focus was on her.
Every time I brought her back down onto my cock, her clit rubbed against me, and she let out a little moan. Faster and faster, until she bit her lip to keep herself quiet.
“Don’t you dare hold back,” I demanded through gritted teeth, willing myself not to come before her, but fuck, she felt so good. “Let them hear you scream. Let the whole island know you’re being ruined by me.”
Her back arched, and I could feel her orgasm building, getting closer.
My balls tightened. I wanted to feel her come more than anything. I wanted to bring her pleasure like she had never known.
She ground down on me, erratic and wild, grinding her clit against me harder. Then she latched onto me as if I was the only thing holding her to this world.
“Daemon!” she screamed into the night as she came undone around my cock.
I was done for. My heart lurched at the sound, the echo so close to my name. She had only ever called me Demon, and in her cry, I twisted the sound to my name on her lips.
I took her mouth, sweeping my tongue over hers.
Her release fed the part of me that craved her, and the pressure at the base of my spine built to an uncontrollable level. My cock swelled, and then I spilled into her as she pulsed around me over and over, milking me for every last drop of my cum.
She had every part of me, even if she didn’t know it. I gave her everything—not just in pieces, but all of me. My body was hers to command, bending to her touch and will. My heart, scarred and scorching, was hers to keep or shatter.
And, carved into my blood and bones, my vow now belonged to her.