5. Claudia

5

CLAUDIA

S aturus's lips trail down my neck, each kiss and flick of his tongue igniting a fire that spreads through my veins. I can't help the soft moan that escapes my lips, a sound that seems to urge him on.

His hands, confident and demanding, explore every curve of my body. They linger on my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they harden under his touch. A gasp catches in my throat, and I arch into him, craving more of this exquisite torture.

"Why are you different, Claudia?" he murmurs against my skin, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. I can barely think, let alone form a coherent response. All I can do is feel—the heat of his mouth, the roughness of his hands, the press of his body against mine.

His lips move lower, tracing a path down to my stomach. I squirm beneath him, my breath coming in ragged gasps. He looks up at me, his mismatched eyes filled with a hunger that both terrifies and thrills me. "Tell me," he demands, his voice a command that brooks no argument.

But I have no answers, only sensation. His hands grip my ass, pulling me closer to him. I can feel his hardness pressing against me, a promise of what's to come. I whimper and bury my hands in his hair, holding onto him as if he's the only solid thing in this world of pleasure.

He moves lower still, his breath hot against the apex of my thighs. I tense, anticipation and fear warring within me. But when his mouth finds me, all thought flees. I cry out, my hips bucking against him as waves of pleasure crash over me. His tongue is relentless, driving me higher and higher until I'm nothing but a writhing, moaning mess.

"Why, Claudia?" he asks again, his voice a rumble against my most intimate place. I shake my head, unable to speak, unable to think. All I can do is feel, and right now, I feel like I'm on the edge of something incredible.

And then, with a final, devastating kiss, he sends me tumbling over the edge.

My body still trembles from the aftershocks of pleasure as Saturus's strong hands grip my hips, turning me over and positioning me on my hands and knees. The cool water of the bath laps against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat that radiates from his touch. I can barely catch my breath before he's pressing against me, his hardness demanding entry.

"What are you—?" I start, but my words are cut off by a gasp as he thrusts into me. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that has me clutching at the smooth stone beneath us.

"You want this, Claudia," he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. "You fucking need it."

I can't deny the truth in his words. There's a hunger inside me, a need that I never knew existed until he touched me, until he kissed me. It's like a fire burning deep within my core, and every thrust of his hips stokes the flames higher.

He's not gentle. He takes me with a demanding rhythm, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulls me back onto him. The sound of our bodies meeting echoes through the chamber, a primal symphony that drowns out everything else.

I can feel him growing harder inside me, his body shifting, changing. I glance back over my shoulder and my breath hitches at the sight of him. His horns have emerged, curving back from his forehead like a crown of darkness. His eyes, one red and one blue, burn with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. This is his true form, raw and unbridled, and I'm taking all of him.

"Saturus," I moan, my voice barely recognizable. The pleasure is building again, a wave that threatens to consume me.

"That's it, Claudia," he pants, his voice strained. "Take me. Take all of me."

I'm adrift in a sea of sensation, waves of pleasure crashing over me, drowning out all coherent thought. "Saturus... I... you..." Words tumble from my lips, a jumbled mess of syllables that make no sense. I can't think, can't speak, can't do anything but feel.

His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he chases his own release. The sounds he makes are primal, growls and grunts that send shivers down my spine.

And then one hard thrust takes me over the edge. I scream out, pain and pleasure combining as my orgasm rips through my entire body from head to toe.

I'm limp, spent, unable to support my weight, my body boneless from the force of my climax. But he's not done with me yet.

He flips me onto my back, his eyes wild and hungry. I can see the beast in him, the demon clawing its way to the surface. His horns are fully extended now, casting eerie shadows on the walls of the chamber. I should be scared, terrified even. But all I feel is lust, a deep, aching need that echoes his own.

He thrusts into me again and again, each movement more frantic than the last. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body slick with sweat. I can feel his heart pounding in his chest, echoing my own racing pulse.

"Claudia," he growls, my name a curse and a prayer on his lips. I reach up, tracing the line of his jaw, the curve of his horn. His eyes meet mine, and I see the desperation in them, the raw, unbridled need.

I know he's close, can feel it in the tension of his body, the urgency of his movements. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper, urging him on. His eyes widen, his breath hitches, and I know he, too, is about to fall over the edge.

My own eyes are heavy-lidded, my body sated and spent. But I watch him, watch as the pleasure takes him, as he loses himself in the same way I did. It's a heady feeling, knowing that I am doing this to him, that I am bringing this powerful demon to his knees.