7. Narina

7

NARINA

H is lips crash against mine with an intensity that steals my breath away. Dazirus's kiss is all-consuming, sweeping me up in a torrent of heat and desire that obliterates every other thought. In this moment, there is only the scorching press of his mouth, the slide of his tongue against mine, and the dizzying rush of being utterly possessed by a demon's passionate embrace.

My worries, my fears, my driving need for revenge - they all melt away under the onslaught of pure sensation. I drown in the heady mix of his masculine scent, the firm planes of his body molding against mine, the wicked skill with which he plunders the depths of my mouth. I am helpless against the riptide of desire.

Dazirus's hands roam over me with bold possession, tracing my body's curves. But under his smoldering touch, I am reawakened, my body thrumming with an aching need to be desired, to be the sole focus of his unfettered cravings. I revel in the undisguised hunger blazing in his crimson eyes as they drink me in.

Yet even as I teeter on the edge of surrendering completely, a flicker of clarity pierces the haze of lust. With monumental effort, I tear my lips from his, gasping for air.

"Is this...part of the contract?"

Dazirus's sensual mouth curves into a sinful grin that sends a fresh flood of heat pooling low in my belly.

"Yes," he purrs, his voice a velvet caress against my inflamed senses. "Every wicked, delectable part of it."

His fingers trail along the waistband of my worn leggings, and I stiffen instinctively, my breath catching in my throat. This is really happening - I'm baring myself, in every sense of the word, to a demon lord whose very touch ignites sinful cravings within me.

Dazirus's crimson eyes blaze with heated promise as he peels the tattered fabric away, leaving me exposed before his smoldering gaze. A shiver of vulnerability races through me, quickly chased by a forbidden thrill as his eyes hungrily devour every inch of my naked form.

"Exquisite," he rumbles in a low purr that caresses my inflamed senses.

I should feel shame, fear even, at standing so brazenly unclothed before this powerful demon. Yet Dazirus's hungry regard sets my body alight with a different kind of blaze. A desire to be thoroughly explored, intimately possessed, by his skilled hands and mouth.

When his lips trail along the slender column of my neck, I can't stifle the soft moan. His kisses are like searing brands against my feverish skin, each brush of his mouth stoking the ravenous ache burning within me.

Dazirus takes his time, worshiping every inch of my body with excruciating patience. His large hands roam freely, kneading the flesh of my waist, the swell of my hips, the fullness of my breasts. I arch shamelessly into his touch, silently begging for more of the delicious torture.

A part of me wants Dazirus to take me hard and fast, to slake this overwhelming hunger clawing at my core. But another part - the part that has always longed to truly be seen, savored, desired - relishes how slowly and thoroughly he maps every dip, every swell, every gasp of pleasure from my lips.

Perhaps he senses my virgin trepidation and seeks to gentle me with his skilled seduction. Or perhaps this demon simply delights in stoking the fires of need until I'm little more than a writhing, whimpering mess beneath his masterful touch.

Either way, I quickly lose myself to the exquisite torment, surrendering to the storm of dark desire that threatens to consume me whole.

His lips leave mine, trailing a path of fire down my neck, my collarbone, every kiss igniting a spark that sets my skin ablaze. My body moves of its own accord, craving more of his touch. He knows exactly what he's doing, this demon with his wicked smile and even more wicked tongue.

Dazirus's mouth moves lower, kissing every inch of my skin as if it were sacred ground. I shiver in anticipation as he trails kisses down past my stomach, his intent clear. My heart pounds in my chest, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through me.

When he kisses the inside of my thighs, I gasp, the sensation driving me wild. His lips are soft, yet his touch is firm, a contrast that sends jolts of pleasure straight to my core. He's so close to my pussy, yet not quite there, teasing me with his proximity. His warm breath blows over my throbbing clit and I groan for mercy.

"Dazirus," I whisper, a plea, a demand, I'm not sure which. All I know is that I need him, need his touch, need the release that only he can give me.

He chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates against my skin.

"Patience, little human," he murmurs, his breath hot against my thigh. "All good things come to those who wait."

I groan in frustration, but he just laughs again, clearly enjoying my torment. His tongue traces a path up my thigh, slow and deliberate, until he reaches my trembling labia. I hold my breath, waiting, wanting.

And then he's there, his tongue licking, his lips sucking, growling like a hungry wolf with his snout buried in prey. The sensation is indescribable, a cascade of pleasure that has me twisting and moaning beneath him. He licks and sucks on my clitoris, playing me like an instrument, drawing out gasps and cries that I can't control.

The symphony of my groans and cries reaches a crescendo, and I shatter, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I tremble beneath him, shivering with the aftershocks, my body slick with sweat and his saliva.

Dazirus looks up at me, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That was just the beginning, Narina," he says, his voice a dark promise.

I can't help but wonder, when will I feel him inside of me? The thought sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through me.

I lie there, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my powerful release, breath coming in ragged gasps. A part of me expects Dazirus to take me fully now, to claim me in the most primal way. Instead, he gathers me into his arms, cradling me against his chest with surprising tenderness.

His crimson eyes search mine, and I see the raw hunger simmering there, barely restrained. He senses how much I crave to feel him inside me, to be utterly possessed and overwhelmed by his masculine power. A low chuckle rumbles from his lips as he leans in, claiming my mouth in a long, lingering kiss that leaves me dizzy and aching for more.

"Don't worry, little human," he murmurs against my lips. "Everyone is going to get what they want tonight."

His words send a fresh surge of arousal coursing through me. I can't help but squirm restlessly in his grasp, my body already buzzing with renewed need, desperate for the exquisite friction of his hard flesh against my slick folds.

Yet even as desire blazes within me, sudden embarrassment washes over me at my wanton reaction to this demon lord. I feel exposed, vulnerable in a way that has nothing to do with my naked body. Instinctively, I try to cover myself, to hide from the intense scrutiny of his smoldering gaze.

But Dazirus is having none of it. His large hands capture my wrists, gently but firmly pulling them away to leave me bared before him once more. "No," he rumbles, the deep timbre of his voice caressing my inflamed senses. "You are the most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes upon. Never hide yourself from me."

His words unlock something deep within me, banishing the last vestiges of self-consciousness. In this moment, I am his to admire, his to worship with those wicked lips and skillful hands. A trembling sigh escapes me as I surrender myself completely to his hungry regard.

My heart flutters at Dazirus's declaration, no matter how much I try to steel myself against his honeyed words. A part of me knows he's a demon, that I cannot trust his silver tongue or the burning intensity in those crimson eyes. Demons are renowned deceivers, after all, skilled at luring humans into their snares with empty flattery and false promises.

And yet...

As his large hands roam over my bare skin with undisguised hunger, I cannot deny the delicious thrill that courses through me. The way he drinks in every inch of my naked form, his gaze searing me with raw desire, stoking embers of wanton need that I've never experienced before. When he calls me beautiful, exquisite, the most captivating being he's ever laid eyes upon, I feel it in my very core - flushed, awakened, craving to be thoroughly explored and possessed by this powerful demon.

How can something so sinful feel so... intoxicating?

I should recoil from his touch, from the way his wicked mouth brands searing kisses along my feverish skin. I should be repulsed, terrified at the thought of surrendering my body to a demon's dark cravings. Any sensible human would flee from the unholy temptation he represents.

But I am not sensible. Not anymore.

My mind may war with itself, rational thoughts battling the swirling haze of lust that envelops me in Dazirus's presence. Yet my body knows no such conflict. It arches shamelessly into his smoldering caresses, silently pleading for more of the delicious torture. Yearning to have every curve, every dip thoroughly mapped and savored by his large, skillful hands.

When his crimson gaze meets mine, I see the naked hunger blazing there, the beast barely leashed behind that arrogant smirk. He wants to consume me, to overwhelm me with the full force of his dark, primal desires until I am little more than a trembling, incoherent wreck crying out for release. The thought should terrify me.

Instead, it inflames me.

This demon lays my deepest, most shameful yearnings bare with just a look. And somehow, beneath that heated regard, I find myself wanting to surrender to the sinful promise blazing in his eyes.