11. Eliza

Abbadon's gaze darkens dramatically. "Don't say that if you don't mean it," he growls, the sound so deep that it reverberates in my chest.

But I do mean it. I've never felt so whole, so comfortable in the presence of someone else—not even my family. There's something about him that leads me to believe that perhaps we've met in another lifetime, if such a thing exists. Whether he's a demon or I am, I couldn't care any less.

"I do mean it," I declare, my voice unwavering and filled with a sincerity that surprises even me. "I've never meant anything more than that."

As I gaze into the depths of his eyes, I see a flicker of something akin to hope, a glimmer of acceptance that warms the icy walls he has built around himself.

"I love you, Abbadon." My hand rises to touch the firm structure of his face, dampening the void-like color of his skin. "And if I had to lay dying on the forest floor for us to meet, I would do it again. In fact, I'd do it sooner."

Abbadon"s eyes widen at my confession, and for a moment, he looks taken aback. But then, his expression softens, and he leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss that is both desperate and full of desire. His lips are firm yet tender as they move against mine, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body, warming me to my very core.

As we kiss, I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer to me. His hands roam my back, and I can feel the rough texture of his claws against my skin. But instead of being afraid, I feel safe and protected in his embrace.

We break apart for a moment, both of us breathing heavily. Abbadon rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed as he takes a deep breath. "I love you too, my little human," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smile at his words, feeling a sense of happiness and contentment that I"ve never experienced before. It's as though my entire body is humming with satisfaction, every inch heating up with the pure need and desire to be closer to him.

Without saying a word, he scoops me up out of the tub, my wet body sliding against his hard chest. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the heat radiating from his body, even through the water.

He carries me into the bedroom and lays me down on the bed, the soft sheets cool against my skin. Abbadon stands over me for a moment, his eyes roaming over my naked body with a deep growl of appreciation.

Then, without warning, he pounces on me, his lips finding mine in a hungry kiss. I moan softly, my hands running over his broad shoulders and down his muscular back. His skin is smooth and warm, and I can feel the tension coiling in his body as he presses himself against me.

His hands explore every inch of my body, his fingers tracing over my curves and dips with a feverish intensity. They leave a trail of heat in their wake, igniting a fire deep within me. He kisses down my neck, his tongue darting out to taste the water droplets lingering on my skin.

I arch my back, my body responding to his touch with an intense need that I can"t control. He moves lower, his lips trailing over my collarbone and down to my breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it until I cry out with pleasure. The sensation is exquisite, and I can feel myself growing wetter with each passing moment.

His other hand slides down my stomach, his fingers finding the wet heat between my legs. I gasp as he begins to stroke me, his fingers expertly teasing and exploring my most sensitive spots. My hips buck against his hand as I lose myself in the sensations, my body trembling with the building pleasure.

"A- Abbadon," I whimper with need.

His touch becomes more urgent as he slides another finger inside of me, his thumb circling my clit. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as the pleasure becomes too much to bear. He growls, a deep, primal sound that sends shivers down my spine.

"You're mine," he commands just before sliding a thick digit inside of me. I buck my hips, crying out for him again. "Mine," he repeats.

"Yes!" I say breathlessly, my body writhing beneath him. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my muscles tensing with anticipation.

Abbadon"s fingers move faster, his thumb pressing harder against my clit. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with the building pleasure.

He leans down to whisper in my ear, his voice low and husky. "I"m going to make you come, little human. I"m going to make you scream my name."

I nod frantically, my body desperate for release. Abbadon"s fingers move faster, his thumb pressing harder against my clit. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my muscles tensing with anticipation.

And then, with a final flick of his thumb, I fall over the edge, my body convulsing with pleasure as I cry out his name. Abbadon continues to stroke me through my orgasm, his fingers gentling as I come down from my high.

When my breathing finally returns to normal, I open my eyes to find Abbadon looking down at me with a self-satisfied smirk. He leans down to kiss me, his lips soft and gentle against mine. I can taste myself on his lips, and it sends a jolt of desire through me.

He pulls away from the kiss and stands up, his eyes never leaving mine. He slowly undoes the laces of his trousers, letting them drop to the floor. My eyes widen as I take in the sight of him, naked and proud.

I"ve never seen a demon before, and I"ve certainly never seen one naked. His body is like nothing I"ve ever seen—all lean muscle and sharp angles, covered in a dark, almost iridescent skin. And between his legs... Well, I"ve never seen anything like that either.

I swallow hard, my mouth going dry. Abbadon chuckles at my reaction, a deep, rumbling sound that makes my stomach flutter. "Don"t worry, my love. It will fit."

He climbs back onto the bed, settling himself between my legs. I can feel the heat radiating off of him, and I know that I want this—I want him. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

He leans down to kiss me again, his lips hot and insistent against mine. I can feel his desire for me, his need, and it sends a thrill through my body. I open my mouth to him, our tongues tangling together as he deepens the kiss.

I can feel him pressing against me, and I tense up for a moment before relaxing. He slides inside of me slowly, inch by inch, until he"s fully sheathed. The feeling of fullness is overwhelming, my body stretching to accommodate him. It"s a mix of pleasure and pain, but it only heightens my arousal.

He starts to move, his hips rocking back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. I moan, my hands gripping his shoulders as I try to match his movements. His skin is slick with sweat, and I can feel the muscles in his back tensing with each thrust.

He leans down to whisper in my ear, his voice low and husky. "You feel so tight and warm." I whimper in response, my body responding to his words. He picks up the pace, his hips moving faster and harder. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

His hands roam my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He cups my breasts, teasing my nipples until they"re hard and sensitive. I arch my back, pressing myself into his touch. He groans, his movements becoming more urgent as he chases his own release.

His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he thrusts into me harder and faster. I can feel the heat building between us, the sweat dripping down our bodies as we move together. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and I can tell he"s close.

"M- more," I mumble, clinging to his body.

He growls animalistically and sits back on his haunches. His hands grip my waist, so large that they encompass me entirely, and pull me roughly down onto his cock. I cry out, tears rushing to my eyes from the pleasure. The feeling of him filling me completely is almost too much to bear.

His movements are powerful and insistent, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I can feel myself tightening around him, my muscles clenching as I get closer and closer to the edge.

He leans forward, his mouth finding my nipple as he sucks and bites gently. The sensation is almost too much, and I cry out as I come apart in his arms. My body shakes with the force of my orgasm, and I can feel myself tightening around him even more.

Abbadon groans, his own release following soon after. I can feel him pulsing inside of me, filling me with his seed. It"s a strange, warm sensation that sends another wave of pleasure coursing through my body. He collapses onto me, his weight heavy but comforting.

He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips, and I feel a warmth spread through my chest. We lay there for a few more moments, our bodies entwined, before he rolls off of me and pulls me into his arms. Eventually, I drift off to sleep, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

When I wake up, the sun is streaming through the window and Abbadon is nowhere to be seen. I sit up, suddenly panicked, but then I hear the sound of water running in the bathroom. I breathe a sigh of relief and get out of bed, slipping on a robe and making my way to the bathroom.

Abbadon is standing in the shower, the water cascading down his muscular body. He turns to me and smiles, his eyes lighting up with happiness.

"Good morning, my little human," he says, his voice deep and husky.

I can"t help but smile back at him, my heart swelling with love.

"Good morning," I reply, stepping into the shower with him.

He pulls me into his arms, and we stand there for a moment, just holding each other under the warm water.

"I love you, Eliza," he confesses.

I meet his strong, burning gaze, and respond without hesitation, "I love you, Abbadon."

And I know that this is just the beginning.

THE END