21. Demon

Demon

R emoving the cast ended up being more complicated than Ansel anticipated, so he and Jasper finally left for the hospital, leaving me alone with Olivia. Her head rests on my arm as she watches a horror movie. Mose enjoyed them a lot, but I always found them boring and predictable. I’d rather stare at Olivia.

Ever since the bathroom incident, when she was locked in there for the entire night, she has been so…unpredictable. From the moment she started living here, I’ve waited for her strength to come to the surface.

The tip of my finger draws circles between her tits. She is still wearing the bathrobe, the top part opened, her chest exposed to me.

“You are distracting me,” Olivia huffs.

Good. I want her to stop watching that stupid movie that will end with the serial killer escaping justice and focus on me.

I put my mouth on her tit. Her skin feels so soft beneath my lips.

“I should have known you wouldn’t let me see how the movie ends,” she sighs and pauses the movie.

I want to do things to her that I’ve only dreamed about. As an Outcast, I never thought a day would come when I’d feel the soft body of my mate beneath my hands outside the Piercing Ceremony.

I want my mouth all over her skin, and her hands all over my body.

“Olivia,” I murmur before my lips lock around her pert nipple. My teeth graze it, my tongue caresses it.

“Oh,” she whispers. I give attention to her other nipple until I make her moan. Hearing her moan for me is a dream come true.

My free hand opens her robe, exposing her entire body to me. I’ve seen her naked before, but never this close. I loom over her, my gaze brushing her skin.

Her arms come around me. “You shouldn’t look like that at me. It makes me… self-conscious about my…scars.”

I don’t see her as humans do. She is radiant, powerful, flawed and flawless at the same time, a mighty Archangel and a skilled warrior. I see her as she was in her past life when she was living in another world. Even then, scars covered her body. She won them in battles against the Blight. She fought until nothing was left of her world. She might not remember, but I do. Rumors of her bravery echoed from one end of the Universe to the other.

“Beautiful,” I assure her.

A smile spreads across her face. “Thank you for risking your life for me. For not letting Azael force me to spend the night with one of the experiments. They are not bad, but I’d rather be fucked by someone I have a connection with. Like one of my bondeds.” Is this an invitation? Her hand rests against my chest, my heart beating beneath it. “Before, I never had a say when it came to fucking someone. You….” She presses her lips in a thin line. “Mose sacrificed himself to give me this option. I never understood what he did for me until now.” A tear rolls down her cheek, and I lick it. Now, a part of Olivia will always be with me. “I shouldn’t want to be with anyone after what Carlos did to me, but I’m not scared of you.” Her hand slides down. “You never hurt me.” Her fingers wrap around my hard dick. A groan slips past my lips. “Mine,” she says and pulls me on top of her. “I…want you.”

My mouth claims her, and we kiss, our tongues dancing against each other.

Olivia wants me. Not Mose. Me.

She needs me. She needs me to teach her not to fear men, not to hate them. I’ll give her anything she wants. My essence and the last drops of my divine power, too.

My lips travel along her jaw, and I lick my way back to her sweet mouth. Her fingers interlace with my hair.

“Mose,” she moans.

I’m not Mose, but since I don’t have a name anymore, I’ll let her call me that. She can call me anything, as I make her mine. As my essence floods her body.

I bite her neck, marking it with my teeth. Then her tits while she moans for me. I cover her skin in love bites on my way to her pussy.

Her legs part, giving me access to her most intimate place. I wish I could tell her how brave she is for opening up, for letting me take care of her. I wish my imperfection would allow me, for once, to speak freely. Instead, I’ll show her.

I press my nose to her entrance and run it up and down, filling my lungs with her scent. She smells like nothing I’ve ever imagined. Like Hell and Heaven. My tongue darts out of my mouth and laps her pussy. I groan at her taste. She is the forbidden fruit. Ripe and sweet. One taste of her, and men will fall on their knees. But she is mine.

Drops of her essence tickle my taste buds, and I want more.

Her back arches. “Mose.” My tongue enters her. “More,” she begs.

I fuck her with my tongue and press my nose against her clit. No wonder Jasper and Ansel can’t get enough of her pussy. She is…divine.

My tongue slides to her clit.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” she moans as I take her clit between my lips and suck it.

I push two fingers inside her and press them against her inner muscles. Her pussy clenches around my digits as she cums. I devour her essence before my body covers hers.

“Mine,” I claim her, as the tip of my dick enters her.

“Mine,” she claims me back.

I slowly slide inside her, savoring the moment, the connection between us. When I’m balls deep inside her, she gasps. I grin.

“You feel so good,” she pants.

She is wrong. She is the one who feels good—more than that. Being inside her is like nothing I’ve experienced before. She is my own Garden of Eden, my Holy Grail.

I grab her legs and push her knees to her chest. It might be my first time, but I’ve been waiting for this my entire existence. I pull back and slam into her.

Her eyes go wide. “Oh.”

“Good?” I check with her.

“Perfect.”

My wings spread across my back, and I unleash myself on her. My cock spears her pussy, bruising her insides. Her fingernails scratch my back, marking me, driving me crazy.

I pull out of her, flip her on her belly, and slam back into her. My hand grabs the back of her neck, and I pin her into the mattress as I fuck her with all I have. My wings cover her, cage her.

“Hands,” I growl.

She understands what I want and puts her hands behind her back. All my self-control shatters as her pussy grips my cock hard. I fuck her like a wild beast. She takes all that I give her and rewards me by chanting my name.

I slam into her one last time, my cock reaching the entrance of her womb, and my essence floods it, mixing with her darkness. The bond between us becomes permanent.

I want to tell her how much I love her, but the words refuse to come out. “Olivia, mine,” I pant before I collapse on top of her. My arms snake around her, and I roll us to the side. “Good?” I ask again.

She looks over her shoulder at me. A smile tugs at her lips. “Perfect.” I kiss the column of her neck. “You fucked me just as I expected you would. I might be sore for days, but I still don’t fear you, my demon.”

I’ll kick myself later for this, but I need her to know, to hear it from my lips. “I…” I swallow hard. “I l-love y-yo-you.”

I press my lips together and wait for her to mock me. All she does is cup my cheek. “You are mine.”

“Olivia,” I say before kissing her again.