20. Narina

20

NARINA

I follow Dazirus down the dimly lit hallway, our footsteps echoing off the stone walls. My heart races, not from fear, but from the electric tension between us. As we approach his quarters—no, our quarters now—a thrill runs through me.

Inside, I turn to face him, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Dazirus, are you certain?” I ask. “Is it truly us, and not just the Contract binding us together?"

His crimson eyes lock onto mine, burning with an intensity that takes my breath away.

"Narina," he says, his voice low and husky. "I am absolutely certain. I love you with every fiber of my being. This isn't the Contract—it's us."

He steps closer, his warm breath fanning across my face. "You need to understand something, my love. No one can love or hate with more passion than a demon. Are you prepared for what you've unleashed?"

A molten heat pools in my belly at his words. I meet his gaze, unflinching, desire coursing through my veins. "I can take whatever you can dish out, Dazirus."

My words hang in the air between us, charged with promise and challenge. I watch as his eyes darken, pupils dilating with want. The air crackles with anticipation, and I find myself holding my breath, waiting for his next move.

My words hang in the air between us, charged with promise and challenge. I watch as his eyes darken, pupils dilating with want. The air crackles with anticipation, and I find myself holding my breath, waiting for his next move.

Suddenly, Dazirus transforms into his full, demonic form. His wings unfurl, and scales ripple across his body, reflecting the dim light. The sight of him, in all his terrifying glory, sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. He grabs me, pulling me close, and kisses me hard and deep.

I allow myself to be swept away by our mutually shared desire. I am no longer unsure. I know for certain that Dazirus loves me, just as I know for certain that I love him.

His hand slides down the curve of my back. I can feel the sharpness of his claws, a thrilling contrast to the softness of his lips. Dazirus grabs my ass, kneading my flesh. I moan and grind myself against him as his tongue conquers my mouth.

Dazirus suddenly pushes me out to arm's length. I'm confused, until Dazirus uses his claws to rip my clothing off with one fell swoop.

The sudden exposure, the feeling of his gaze on her newly-naked skin, drives me wild. My pussy throbs with anticipation as Dazirus grabs me again.

I cry out with delight as Dazirus latches onto my nipple. His hands pry my ass cheeks apart. I shiver when he runs a finger through the groove of my dripping wet pussy. The thrill of his touch has my heart beating so fast I fear it will explode.

“Dazirus,” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper as his mouth moves from one nipple to the other, his tongue tracing a path that sends shivers down my spine. His fingers delve deeper, exploring every inch of my skin as if it were a sacred ground.

“You’re so beautiful, Narina,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot and heavy. His hands are everywhere, caressing, squeezing, possessing. I can feel the heat of his body against mine, the hardness of his cock pressing against my thigh.

I arch my back, pressing myself closer to him, desperate for more. His finger slips inside me, and I let out a moan, my body trembling with need. He moves slowly at first, teasing me, drawing out a gasp from deep within me. Then he adds another finger, stretching me, filling me.

“Gods, you’re so wet,” he growls, his voice low and rough. His fingers move faster, driving me to the edge. I can feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in my core.

“Dazirus, please,” I beg, my voice a breathless plea. I need him, all of him. I need to feel him inside me, to claim me, to make me his.

He lifts his head, his crimson eyes burning with desire. “You want more, don’t you?” he asks, his voice a low rumble. “You want me to fuck you, to make you mine?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my body trembling with anticipation. “I want you, Dazirus. I want you to make me yours.”

He smiles, a wicked, dangerous smile that sends a thrill through me.

“Then that’s what you’ll get,” he says, his voice a promise. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I whimper at the loss, but he doesn’t leave me wanting for long. He positions himself between my legs, his cock poised at my entrance.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice a low growl.

“Yes,” I breathe, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m ready.”

And with that, he thrusts into me, filling me completely.

Dazirus pins me beneath his bulk, his wings unfurling above us, casting shadows that dance in the dim light. He rocks his hips hard, driving his cock deep inside of me. I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging on for dear life. It feels so incredibly good to have Dazirus inside of me.

Every thrust sends a wave of pleasure through me, building an intensity that’s almost unbearable. I can feel the pressure mounting, each movement pushing me closer to the edge. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Dazirus,” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper as I cling to him, my nails digging into his back. His scales are smooth and cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body.

He growls low in his throat, a sound that vibrates through me, adding to the intensity of the moment. His crimson eyes meet mine, burning with a passion that matches my own. He leans down, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss that steals my breath away.

I feel the pressure building up inside of me, a coiling tension that threatens to consume me. Bit by bit, I inch toward the most powerful climax I’ve ever known. The sensation is so intense, it’s almost frightening. But I trust Dazirus, I trust him to guide me through this.

I suck in a deep, ragged gasp of air, only to let it out as a piercing scream as Dazirus makes me come harder than I thought possible. My body convulses around him, waves of pleasure crashing over me, leaving me trembling and gasping for breath.

Dazirus doesn’t stop, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. He’s chasing his own release, and I can feel it building inside of him. His body tenses, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap.

“Narina,” he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. His wings spread wider, casting us in a cocoon of darkness. The sensation of being enveloped by him, of being consumed by him, is intoxicating.

I can feel his release building, the tension in his body reaching a breaking point. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he comes undone, his body shuddering against mine as he finds his own release.

We cling to each other, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. The intensity of the moment leaves us both trembling, the aftershocks of our pleasure rippling through us.

As we lie there, entwined in each other’s arms, I know that this is more than just a physical connection. This is a bond that runs deeper than anything I’ve ever known. And as I look into Dazirus’s eyes, I know that he feels it too.

I cling to Dazirus, my arms and legs wrapping around his powerful demon form. The feeling of being completely enveloped by his body sends a thrill through me. His scales are cool against my flushed skin, and I can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my chest.

"I love you, Narina," Dazirus murmurs, his breath hot against my ear.

My heart swells at his words. "I love you too, Dazirus," I whisper back, tightening my hold on him.

He pulls back slightly, his crimson eyes meeting mine with an intensity that takes my breath away. "I promise you, Narina, I will never leave you. My love for you will never fade."

A warmth spreads through me at his words, chasing away the lingering fears and doubts that have plagued me for so long. "I love the sound of that," I say, a smile tugging at my lips.

Dazirus grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You'll bear me many sons, my love."

I can't help but laugh, shaking my head. "Don't get ahead of yourself," I tease. "We could very well have daughters, you know."

His grin widens, and he leans in, capturing my lips in another kiss. The passion between us reignites, and I lose myself in the sensation of his lips against mine.

The End

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