80. Rafe #2
“Try again,” she says, stroking the curved line of my horn from base to tip. My hips buck against her, seeking the friction against my aching cock, and those embers in her eyes burst into a fiery conflagration of wild flames, turning her irises a molten gold.
I still, all doubt fading from my mind.
“ Phoenix,” I gasp. She is a legendary fire wielder and shapeshifter from the source realm of Pyrrhos. Carved from magma and lava, it is the only place more inhospitable to outsiders than Hell.
Dangerous. Powerful. I lift her, my claws digging into her hips as she wraps her legs around me. Her hold on my horns only tightens, and my demon writhes happily, feeling the heat from her palm. She doesn’t release me, and she doesn’t stop me.
“And you are?.?.?. fucking delicious,” she purrs, grabbing my other horn with her free hand.
Heat shoots down my spine, and my back arches.
My eyes roll back, and I can tell from the way my vision changes that they have gone to onyx black.
From the whips of pleasure and pain burning through nerve and muscle, I wouldn’t be surprised if my bones were glowing.
My knees hit the ground hard, and I slam her into the sand. “More,” I demand hoarsely. “More.”
Her grip on my horns scalds in the most exquisite way, and heat pours into my body.
I brace myself on my elbows and fit my hips into the cradle of her thighs, grinding against her softness, seeking more of her fire, needing it like I need my next breath, maybe more.
My claws flash, shredding the delicate fabric of her gown down the middle.
I still, horror roiling through the pleasure, when I see that I’ve nicked her flesh.
Blood trickles from the scratch, staining her creamy flesh, and I start to pull back, but she moans and arches, seeming to lean into the pain.
Yanking on my horns, she slams my lips to hers, fusing our mouths.
Fire and honey. The taste is intoxicating, a blur of heat and sweetness.
More. More. More.
Chase. More. Pursue. More. Keep.
My hips buck against her, needing to be closer to her. My clothes are still in the way, and I know that is wrong, but I am too lost in instinct to remove them.
“Never felt like this,” I growl into her mouth, my hands moving over her body. Her skin is like heated silk, and I luxuriate in the flames licking at my fingers and palms.
She moans and grinds her hips against me, angling so the softness between her thighs cradles the rigid line of my cock. Our tongues slide against each other, carnal need and primal hunger in complete control.
Keep. More.
“The demon?.?.?.” I groan, biting her lip. “Wants more.”
It’s half a warning, and half a plea. What will happen if I give it what it wants? What I want?
“Then take more,” she moans, releasing my horns.
I snarl at the loss of her touch, but then settle again when she grabs my coat and shirt.
Flames lick hungrily at my skin, tasting as they turn the material to ash.
My pants are next, and then the shreds of her dress, leaving us lying in the sand completely naked.
I rest my body on hers, savoring her warmth as it seeps into my very cells.
In some small, logical part of my mind, I know this is wrong, but it feels so absolutely fucking right.
My gums ache, my fangs throbbing painfully as they grow.
“Can’t fight it,” I warn, my speech a little garbled. My eyes lock on the point between her shoulder and neck.
She tilts her head to the side for me. Her breath is as frantic as mine, and I know she feels whatever this is and is just as lost to it as I am.
“Don’t,” I plead, my eyes locking onto the flawless skin at the curve of her neck where it meets her shoulder.
I am not sure if I am begging her or myself, but I am already lost. My fangs sink into her at the same time I slam my cock into her pussy.
She screams and bucks beneath me, forcing me deeper into her molten core.
I grab her hips and dig my claws in deep, breaking the skin as I pin her beneath me.
She grabs my horns and pushes more heat through my body.
I moan as I feel it gather at the base of my spine, drawing my balls up tight.
She writhes beneath me as I thrust, her cunt clenching and sucking me deeper as I pound into her.
There is no finesse in this joining. It is nothing but an instinctive knowing driven by primal need, and the only saving grace is that she seems just as desperate for me.
She’s pinned beneath me, helpless against the onslaught of my need, my fangs in her shoulder, and my claws in her hips.
Flames flare and creep from around her body like a sinuous tongue, turning the sand beneath us a bright, glowing red.
Her small hands tighten around my horns, gripping them in the same way her cunt grasps at my cock, pouring heat into me as I feed on her fiery essence.
More. Burn. Burn.
My hips piston faster and harder, the demon and I both basking in her warmth. Her hair ignites, turning into a wave of fire from root to ends. I fist the flaming locks and hold her beneath me, loving how her fire slides through my fingers.
Pulling my fangs from her shoulder, I don’t pause before sinking my fangs into her other shoulder.
She screams into my ear, the silken walls of her cunt squeezing me tightly as she comes.
I roar against her skin, and after a few more erratic thrusts, I follow her into a pleasure I never dreamed could exist.
Her moan is tremulous, shuddering between pants. I slide my fingers through her hair as it darkens, returning to its beautiful red. The sand around us continues to glow, but the edges start to darken as it cools. I reluctantly pull my fangs from her, licking at the marks I have left on her.
Keep.
I roll onto my back, dragging her on top of me. I nuzzle her neck, nipping at her skin affectionately. Have I ever felt so comfortable in my own skin, in my own body, as I do now in this singular moment? Have I ever felt?.?.?. normal? Or whatever it is other people feel.
As the sand cools beneath us, it turns to glass, but I barely feel the way the shards cut into my scarred back every time I shift. She grabs my face and kisses me, and I think I taste joy and praise?
I nip at her lip with my fangs, drawing a bead of blood and earning a moan from her. I could stay here like this forever .
She pulls back, looking down at me, her eyes still flickering like smoldering embers. “I have to go,” she says.
And just like that, reality comes crashing down around me. Of course this wasn’t meant for me.
“Go?” I recoil, but she chases me, kissing me again.
Why is she kissing me if she wants to leave?
Maybe I heard her wrong. It is entirely possible that her flames obliterated my eardrums. She pulls back again and slides off me, swaying as she tries to stand.
Her lips are swollen, and the marks of my possession litter her creamy skin.
My bite marks are defined half-moons on either side of her delicate neck, and the puncture wounds where my claws dug into her hips are still seeping blood.
I sit up and reach out to steady her, but I’m not sure I can stand myself, at the moment.
She smiles and leans down to kiss me again. “Thanks for the ride, demon.”
“Wait, where are you going?” I ask, trying to clear the demon from my thoughts so I can focus. She smiles at me again, standing completely naked and unashamed, wearing my marks like a queen. “I don’t even know your name.”
She covers my hands where they rest on her hips and sways slightly, seeming happy to be caught in my grip. “I guess you’ll have to find me again?.?.?.”
Chase. Pursue. Keep.
With a sharp tug, I pull her back down into my lap. “But I’ve caught you now.”
She turns and straddles me, and I moan when her soaked pussy slides against my hardening cock. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she forces me onto my back again, kissing me hard.
“Rafe,” I whisper against her lips, sliding my hands over the lush curves of her ass.
“Find me tomorrow, Rafe.” She digs her hands into my hair and crushes her lips to mine in a fast, bruising kiss. Pulling back, she pushes off me, forcing me back against the glass as she stands. She struts naked across the sand, glancing back at me with a smirk and a wink.
I watch her until she vanishes from sight, and then I lie back, staring up at the brilliant night sky.
Alone.