Chapter 24
Serenity
THE SMIRK DANTE WORE, EXPOSING his demonic canines, promised something wickedly delicious.
I probably should’ve been freaked out. He was right in saying this revelation had just altered reality for me.
Suddenly, the world wasn’t a big accident with only humans stumbling about. Demons existed. Magic was real.
And I’d never been more excited.
This was what I’d always longed for as a dreamer. I’d always felt alone and saddened by reality. Worlds where magic was abundant and creatures dwelled had always been much more attractive to me.
Now I stared into the eyes of one of those “mythical” beings.
The eyes of Dante.
A shiver skated down my back as filthy, erotic images of dark skin and horns peeking up from between my thighs darted through my head. I couldn’t deny how curious I was to learn more about what an Incubus could do. He seemed just as eager to show me.
He rushed forward and snatched me by the waist. I gasped just as shadows funneled around us, making the world go momentarily dark and cloudy.
When they cleared, I stood in the center of Dante’s bedroom.
No sooner had the two of us appeared here than Dante stepped back.
His figure instantaneously blended into shadows before vanishing entirely.
I turned in circles, quickly looking all around with wide eyes, only to find myself alone in the large room. “Dante?”
A tingling cool sensation wrapped around my wrists.
I looked down, but before I could see what was there, my arms were yanked up and over my head.
I gasped and looked up at my hands, which seemed bound by some invisible force.
I tugged against the feeling, but my arms remained in the air as though tied in chains that hung from the ceiling.
“I can do this,” Dante’s voice chuckled close to my ear.
I looked over my shoulder, but there was no sign of him.
“Or,” came his deep voice from somewhere in front of me now, “I can do this.”
My skirt and top abruptly deteriorated into smoke, blowing away until I stood completely naked with hands still bound above my head by an unseen force. Every inch of my bare skin heated, and I gave another futile tug on the hidden chains.
“D-Dante,” I gasped softly.
The cold air on my hot flesh made desire instantly settle between my thighs. I pressed them together, both loving and dreading the friction—loving it, because it felt good but dreading it, because something told me I wouldn’t get a release anytime soon.
“Fucking look at you,” Dante growled, his voice echoing deep and rough all around me.
Cool, featherlight touches trailed along my waist, wrapping around my body. The sensation was familiar, and I realized with a gasp what it was.
“It was you,” I accused breathlessly as the tingling brush of air glided over the curves of my stomach and between my breasts where my moon phase tattoo was. “Y-You were the one d-doing stuff to me that night after the bar and while I was with Bradley.”
The disembodied chuckle was void of shame or remorse. “Guilty.”
I couldn’t believe Dante had been behind both of those moments, a figure cloaked in shadows, watching me as he claimed me with …
I wasn’t even sure what this was. His demon magic manifested, shadows, him—I had no clue.
What I did know was that this new realization had my center throbbing with wet need.
Since day one, he’d wanted me in a way I’d never been wanted before.
He’d given me pleasure in a way I’d never experienced before.
The tendrils of cool sensation curled over the tops of my breasts before engulfing my puckered nipples. I bit my lip to bite back the groan I wanted to let loose.
“Don’t hide those pretty moans from me now, Star,” Dante ordered, his voice low and right in my ear. “The quieter you try to be, the louder I’ll make you scream.”
His tongue licked up the side of my throat and onto my ear. I shivered and groaned as my head fell sideways to expose more of my throat to him. No sooner had he momentarily appeared to tease my neck than he disappeared again, leaving me panting and hungry for his touch.
My arms were beginning to get sore from being held over my head, yet that flare of discomfort seemed to add to the fire raging at my center.
The light fluttering of Dante’s powers continued their teasing and twisting of my breasts.
I trembled slightly and rubbed my thighs together, relishing in the small jolt of pleasure that followed.
“Wh—What is this stuff?” I asked between pants. “What are you touching me with?”
“Shadows. My demonic essence in a more tangible form.” As if to prove his point, the shadows suddenly grew in color until I could see the black and gray whisps binding my body and touching me.
“Feels good,” I sighed as those shadows slid slowly across my stomach to the top of my pussy.
“I know it does,” he purred. The shadows wrapped around my thighs, circling around and around like rope slowly traveling the length of each leg.
“That’s what it means to be an Incubus. I know how much you like everything I do to you.
I know how much you want me. I know how badly you crave being dominated and fucked senselessly. ”
“Dante,” I moaned.
The shadows finished wrapping my right leg before lifting and opening it.
I was forced to brace myself on my left leg as the ethereal chains suspended my arms from the ceiling and bent my right leg to the side so that my center opened wider.
My dripping pussy was now fully open and bared to him wherever he lurked in his hidden world.
The ache to know where he was, what part of me he stared at, and how much he liked what he was seeing drove my head back.
My long silver curls rained down my bare back as I breathed hard, grinding slightly against the air as the featherlight sensation of his essence creeped toward my core from my inner thigh.
“I know how much you love the feeling my shadows bring you,” he continued.
I tilted my head forward as Dante suddenly reappeared directly in front of me, hand clasped around my jaw and his lips hovering over mine. “But you love what I do to you so much more.”
I gasped as his mouth collided with mine, trembling as his tongue swept over my own. He kissed with a furious passion that left me quaking in my shadowy bindings and rubbing my body against his. The restraints didn’t allow me to touch him or be touched the way I wanted, and I loved it.
I loved the lack of control I had right now. I loved the power he wielded in this moment, choosing what happened with my body and his. There was a trust that came with being trapped to his will, and he was the only person I’d felt so comfortable with.
He bit and sucked on my lips and tongue while I writhed in his firm hold.
While one hand continued to hold my jaw right where he wanted me, the other cupped and squeezed my breast. He pinched and tugged on the nipple, which made me moan against his dominating tongue, and he followed the harsh, erotic pull with a slow, soothing circle of the beaded tip.
Arousal coated my open pussy, and heat had me sweating and yearning for attention between my legs.
“You feel how horny and hot you are?” Dante asked roughly between ravenous kisses. “I feel it, too. I feel how badly you want more. I taste how wicked and sinful your cunt is, Star. Be bad for me. Be my sinner.”
“Please, Dante,” I pleaded, biting his lip. “Please fuck me.”
He chuckled against my mouth. “The way you beg makes my cock ache to be inside of you.”
As if to make his point, he gripped my hips and tugged them down against the hard mass trying to escape from the confines of his pants.
The bulge pressed right against my soaked clit, and I nearly came right then and there.
I let out a hard groan, and my eyes rolled back into my head as my fists clenched and my toes curled.
I had to strain in my bindings, and I allowed the shadows to hold up my weight as my hips bucked to chase more of that spark.
“Look at you,” Dante growled in my ear as I continued to shamelessly chase my orgasm against his cock. “You gonna cum on me, baby? Grind on me. Cum all over my pants.”
My breath hitched as my constrained movements became frenzied and desperate.
I rubbed my clit in senseless, needy motions as the burning pleasure built and built between my legs.
I was so close, panting and eyes closed, Dante’s name spilling from my lips, when suddenly, he stepped out of reach.
I nearly screamed as my core clenched in horny aggravation.
My entire body shook so bad from being on the edge of orgasming that a stranger could’ve confused me for being cold.
But I was so, so hot.
Dante’s black-and-red eyes drank in my trembling body, flushed skin, and glistening pussy, which was still spread completely open with my right leg hiked up and out to the side. I was a platter for him to feast on, and that was exactly what I hoped he’d do.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy,” Dante grunted as he finally freed his straining dick from his pants.
The hard, long length dripped with precum, and I bit my lip as he swiped that pearlescent bead with his thumb before dragging it down the veins of his cock. His clothes, like mine, evaporated into smoke so that he stood fully naked like the most beautiful dark, demonic statue.
Shadows slid around my inner thighs before teasing my pussy. The cool whisps flicked and circled right around my clit, tormenting me. It danced around where I wanted—needed—it, and no matter how I shifted my hips, it stayed just shy of where it could give me release.