people and animals across the forest turn away, downcast. People hide, feeling it.
Me? I revel in it.
Falling backwards, I arch my back into the air as it skims across my body, touching me.
“I am the one they fear in the dark. Not you, little walker. You do not command me, you do not know me, you do not disrespect me!” he yells, and the world trembles.
“But I did, Lucy. So tell me, oh great demon, what are you going to do?” I laugh breathlessly, my body writhing on the altar as his power increases, seeming to slip inside me like fingers, an actual touch.
Suddenly, he’s there inside the ring of candles, and as soon as he steps across them, they burst into flame. Stronger, higher, until a circle of fire surrounds us, so tall and fierce we can’t see out.
We can’t escape.
The thought makes me moan. Yes. Fuck.
He thinks he’s trapped me in here with him, but in reality he’s imprisoned himself with me...the one thing he can’t control. I wonder if either of us will come out alive.
“I could kill you, Regina. So easily. Slit your throat and watch the blood run across that pale skin, rip your soul from your body...so fucking effortlessly,” he whispers.
“Then do it, I dare you,” I taunt.
Never, ever dare a demon...or Lucifer.
His face looms above me, then he grips my arms and yanks them over my head, restraining them to the stone until I’m stretched out below him like a sacrifice. Maybe that’s what I am.
“Killing you would be too easy, little walker, it’s much more fun to watch you live…”
“Lucy, you pussy,” I goad right in his face, even as I’m pinned, unable to move below him. Really, I’m asking for it at this point, but I can’t seem to stop. My life is spiralling out of control, everything is changing, so maybe this is me laughing in the face of death, daring him to try and take me.
“Pussy?” he rumbles, as one of his hands trails down my body, making me gasp. He shoves open my thighs, and one claw-tipped nail slides down my wet heat. “Like this one? You see, I can smell your arousal, little walker, how much you want me. So tell me, do you want to make a deal with the devil?”
“No, but I’ll fuck him.” I giggle, and then press my lips to his.
He freezes, shocked by my actions. I’m betting about now all those girls, even the dark ones who thought they could handle him, backed away, ran off scared. I can almost see it in his mind, how often they thought they wanted this, him, they believed they could handle him. But his darkness was too much from them and they ultimately feared him.
Not me.
Never me. His darkness? I crave it. I want him to paint it across my skin on his altar. I want everything this demon has to offer. I want to consume him until nothing is left.
He rumbles against me, those claws dangerously close to my most vulnerable areas as he returns my kiss, dominating it, changing it until he’s draining me. Taking everything from me. And I let him. I let him lead, helpless beneath him, craving his harsh, mean touch.
One finger presses inside me and I gasp into his mouth. The edge of danger is making this so much hotter, but then he pauses. I open my eyes to see his gaze has gone far away until he blinks.
“We need to go back,” he snarls, but he doesn’t seem happy about it, nor does he move away or stop touching me.
“Let’s go then...and demon? There might be hope for you yet. I can see why they worship you, why they pray to you. But I never will, you have to earn that, if you dare.” His eyes go red again while I grin. “Better take us home, Lucy, they will be looking for us.”
His hand grips my chin, no doubt leaving a mark. “One day I will fuck you on this altar, Regina. I will take you and everything you have to offer. I will drain that magic from you as your blood runs over the stone and soaks into the ground. And there is nothing you can do about it.”
I can’t wait.
He brings us back and we appear in the cupboard just as the door is flung open. They must have felt us leave, but Aska, who opened the door, seems to know what happened. He throws Lucy