16. Xeraphine

16

Xeraphine

T he heater feels so good.

After slapping Kairhyse and him pumping gas into his overly flashy car, we are back on the road. He even turned on the seat warmer, which I have to admit I'm thrilled over. This is so much nicer than Tyson's sedan. The seats are huge for a sports car, but I don't need to know much to see that it was custom built. I can stretch my legs fully and still have plenty of space. I'd bet I could even lay flat, considering there are no seats in the back.

One glance at my driver, and he is just as comfortable. He doesn't squish between the center console or the door, and he has a few inches above his head. For someone his size, that is likely just short of seven feet tall, that is impressive.

The gentle patter of rain hitting the windshield is our sole auditory companion. Its muffled quality suggests the glass might be bulletproof—a somewhat brazen precaution, considering a bullet wouldn't be lethal to him.

"Hey," I'm content with the silence, but of course, he has to speak up. "I wanted to tell you something, but only after you got food in your stomach."

"Okay?" My response comes out unintentionally condescending, tinged with a hint of annoyance. His remark about waiting until after I ate somehow irks me, as if implying I'm more irrational when hungry. He doesn't know me well enough to understand that I'm not the ‘hangry' type when it comes to food—energy, yes, but not food.

"You asked earlier if you had been snoring when you were sleeping, and I told you yes." Oh, fuck. "You weren't snoring, you were screaming."

Welp . My hand instinctively reaches for the door handle, ready to bail out of the moving vehicle.

"Don't be dramatic, it's fine." He locks the door for good measure, though I could easily shove it off its hinges and jump out anyway. "I don't care, and you shouldn't either."

I slump down into the seat, running my hands through my hair. Fucking Belial himself. Why? Had I screamed in the car with Tyson when I had that nightmare?

His hand reaches across the console and settles just above my knee. Now I understand why he did it before—he was trying to comfort me.

Yuck .

Except, damn it, I let his hand stay there. I'm not even sure why but seeing how much bigger it is compared to me makes my stomach warm.

"Did I just scream, or did I say anything?" I avoid looking at him. If I see him smirk, I swear I'll punch him, and we'll go straight off this windy road.

He hesitates, and I know he is about to lie to me. "No, just screamed. Don't worry about it, little demon, it's fine."

"It's not fine, but I'm not going to argue with you." I shake my head, slowly grinding my teeth while turning away from him.

He continues, "Was that why you were over at Eldritch Haven? Were you preparing to check yourself in?" I can sense the joke behind his tone, perhaps an attempt to make me feel less self-conscious. Honestly, I'm not sure though. He might actually think that's why I was there.

I hesitate. Opening up to Kairhyse is the last thing I want to do. I don't need sympathy, nor do I want him to see me as some broken person. I'm not broken, I'm pissed.

"Imagine me in a padded cell," I try to laugh at the end of the statement, but the thought actually makes me twitch, and it's not subdued. My entire body succumbs to it. A white padded cell... a white box.. . I quickly shake my head, "Nope, I was just visiting. Nothing beyond that." His hand grips tighter on my thigh, "Don't do that." I quickly shovel past my anxiety, "Don't concern yourself over me."

The bite of his nails against my leg makes me shoot a glare at him. "What did I tell you, little demon?" From the corner of my eye, I can see him gripping tighter on the steering wheel. "Do not tell me what I won't do. If I wish to concern myself over you, then I will do so."

"Don't! There's nothing to be concerned about, just a bad dream." I pull my leg away from his grasp, his nails cutting into my skin and drawing blood. "That's all. Stop acting like you give a fuck beyond making me weak to drop my guard before you drag me off to Achille."

I'm an idiot for saying that. I know exactly who I am talking to, and when he swerves sharply to a turnout, I have to grab the ‘oh-shit' handle.

The car comes to a halt and I have no time to even scream when his hand is around my throat, pulling me over the center console. "I am going to fuck that pretty little throat of yours so you can't talk. It will be so raw and sore that even thinking about forming words will be painful. Do you hear me?"

"Fuck you, Kai. You started this! You won't do shit!"

His eyes shift, and I can see the bloodlust in them. I'm being overbearing, and I know it. Any girl would swoon over his concern for them. Fall into his arms and cry out all their past trauma and demons.

The problem is I am the demon.

I do not need him or his concern. I don't need anyone but myself and that fucking cat that doesn't even belong to me.

I'm honestly taken so by surprise that he actually follows through with the threat, I nearly throw up. His cock is out of his pants and down my throat before I can take a breath. The tight grip on my hair is nothing compared to his massive dick stretching the back of my throat and cutting off any air I could gather to survive.

My hands grip at his pants as I try to lift myself off him, but it doesn't matter because as much strength as I am putting behind it, he is equally matching.

The heat in my face is nearly too much and my chest constricts for oxygen. I enjoy choking, but I wasn't prepared and hadn't taken a breath. He may actually stop my heart, and as I'm prepared to bite down, he forces me up to a sitting position. The gasp of air I take gets caught in my throat.

"Tell me again what I won't do," he says through his teeth.

I'm panting so hard that I can see my chest in the corner of my vision rising and falling. My teeth bare, and as I'm opening my mouth to curse him out, he thrusts me back down. I manage to suck in a breath of air before I'm once again deprived of it. If I didn't relax my tongue, I swear he'd make me swallow it.

It's then his hand moves down my ass and two fingers slip between my slit, right into my pussy.

"Ah, Xera, so wet for me." I hate that him nearly killing me with his dick is turning me on. His grip on my hair is unrelenting, and as he begins to pound his fingers into me, he is moving my head up and slamming me back down.

At this angle, when he pushes me all the way down and stretches me, those bars brush against my throat. A cooling sensation sends chills straight down my spine.

The momentary absence of his fingers as he brings that hand around my throat makes me whimper. His grip, as though searching for his cock, makes my arousal pour from me. Why is this man so fucking hot?

"That's my little demon, taking all of me." His grumbling tone rumbles like a purr amidst the thrum of the rain.

My eyes roll back, both from his comment, and the fact that I'm fighting for my life. When my nails dig into his thigh, he pulls me back and I gulp up what I can, needing to prepare for the next assault that I'm truthfully dying for.

A string of his precum mixed with my saliva draws down my chin, and he licks his lips. He has my heart thrashing, and all I want is that tongue down my throat.

For a moment, I sense his contemplation as he reads me, his gaze probing. My body, betraying my brain, reacts without my control, acting on its own.

I throw myself forward, my lips crash against his so hard I swear I hear the back of the seat snap in protest. His tongue is parting my lips and finding mine with determination. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me over the center console into his lap, my legs squeezed between the spaces on each of his sides. I don't hesitate to lift his massive cock into position, and drop down onto him .

He tears into me, the caress of his bars against that glamorous spot inside of me makes me moan, which he swallows just as quickly as my pussy did his cock. His hands tear off the shirt I'm wearing, and I'm just as quickly removing that dumb-ass shirt from the convenience store.

My Amoro seeps from my pores and it's clinging to him, sucking away as though I'm starved, even though I'm not.

"Fuck." He grabs my neck and pulls me back, and as I ride him as hard as I can while being confined to this fucking car, he leans down and sucks on my breast. His teeth grazing against it until he is lifting it to latch onto my nipple.

I grasp onto his hair and my other hand holds me steady on his knee, my hips rolling and feeling every inch of his absolute masterpiece. "Such a good demon," he purrs, and I don't fight the way that it sends my body into excitement. "This cunt is right where it belongs. Wrapped around my cock."

There is no part of me that doesn't enjoy the praise, and I'm lost in his desire, not my own.

He doesn't pierce my nipple, but he is biting and sucking so hard that by the time he is done, it feels sore. When he leans back, he is grinning, as though proud or in admiration of his own doing. He then moves to do the same to my other breast when he hesitates.

The hand that had been holding my neck moves before me, two fingers running along my lips. "Suck." I, for once, am not defiant to his demand. I open up, and he slides them in. My tongue drawing a line up and rolling around them as if they were his cock. It makes me move my hips faster, causing him to buck up against my advancements.

He bites my nipple when I let out a moan, his fingers lazily resting in my mouth as I lean my head back. "Oh fuck…" My words are muffled by him grabbing my jaw and pulling me toward him.

As he releases my nipple, he whispers, "Bite me, my little demon, but keep them attached. I promise you'll want them right where they are."

I bite, my canine breaking through his flesh and drawing blood. Gods, he tastes even better when his desire is flowing through all of him. "Very good, so fucking good," he groans against my skin, and I'm being dragged through so much pleasure my vision is giving. When I feel him pulling his hand away, I don't fight him .

As he draws them out, he wraps the opposite arm around me and pulls me tight to his chest. Two of his coated fingers find my ass and breach through me, causing my hips to thrust instinctively and I moan so loud the windows shudder.

My body tightens as he holds me close and thrusts himself as hard as he can in our position. His fingers curve and pound in and out of my ass, just as fervently as his dick is doing to my drenched cunt.

"You feel incredible, holy fuck." He bites down onto my neck, but not with his fangs.

My legs tremble, and he grins against my skin, "Does my little demon want to come all over this cock again?" he croons, and no part of me is free of goosebumps.

I want to scream that I do, tell him how good he feels inside of me that I never want him to leave. Beg him to keep me pleased for eternity even if I don't plan to live that long.

But I won't.

"Yes," is all I manage to pant out.

He knows exactly what I like, and I shouldn't be surprised because he is a creep, but I still am. "Hold onto me while I make you see stars."

The moment I'm gripping his shoulders, his free hand slips between us and rolls his fingers in perfect rhythm against my bundle of nerves.

I'm absolutely devastated.

My entire body seizes and as I clench around him, I'm tumbling over the cliff of my climax. I can barely hear his own calls of pleasure because I'm writhing in absolute euphoria. When he fills me to the point where it nearly immediately starts pouring out, my Amoro grips me, and for the first time since its existence, it settles.

It fucking settles into his lifeforce.

Even if my eyes are wide open, my vision darkens and the flickering lights of sprites dart across them. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Maybe I'm too full to feed…

However, it's never stopped me before. Despite the overwhelming energy radiating from his body, enveloping me like a warm blanket, I should be able to absorb it effortlessly. Yet, no matter how hard I try to focus and draw it in, I find myself unable to do so.

This is bad, but why does it feel so fucking good?