Chapter Five

I looked into his eyes, the glint of lust and affection growing as he held me gently.

He eased me down, pushing into me fully and opening me wider than I ever thought possible. My legs trembled as his cock nestled deep at my core, his heat spreading through me in an awesome wave as I saw stars.

If this was limbo between worlds, then I couldn't even imagine how amazing heaven must be.

He bucked his hips, moving in and out of me so deliciously it made my entire body feel weightless again. I reached up and took hold of his face, resting my palms on the sharpness of his cheekbones as he growled and smiled, the pleasure rising in him too.

"I didn't expect," he grunted, his voice quivering. "To feel something as powerful as this."

His forehead creased into a frown as if he was trying to understand what was happening.

"This is more than anything I've felt before…"

His claws dug into my hips, his thighs tensed, and his cock throbbed inside me, mimicking the beat of my heart…

Thump… thump… thump…

"Oh babe," he growled, pulling me to him, his hot, plump lips clashing against mine. "You dear little thing. Oh, how I wish I could keep you."

His huge frame began to shudder, and my eyes rolled back in my head as he quickly gripped my wrists and pinned them behind my back with two hands.

"I'll leave my mark, sweet girl," he grunted as sweat beaded on his brow and trailed down to his neck. "You'll always remember this and know now that I'll be waiting."

His cock throbbed and began to spurt as my walls clamped him tightly, and the pleasure rocketed through me. My core ached, the release exploding through my veins, my heart jump-starting back to life as the demon sunk his teeth into the side of my shoulder. He sucked on me hard, his own release powering from him as we came together.

Hot.

Fast.

Hard.

The world around me started to spin, the feeling of him underneath me becoming molten with heat as I rode the wave of my orgasm all the way to the very end.

The dizziness swirled, my head went light, and before I knew what was happening everything changed.

The darkness dissolved, and the space where he'd been underneath faded and became empty. My arms were free, and I brought them back in front of me, staring at my palms, which I realized were covered in blood. I felt the air come back to my lungs, the sharp pain in my side, a stabbing, piercing cut. I looked down at the wound… a slash in my top, the spread of crimson red in a pool on my chest.

Beneath me, grass and rocks.

My leg ached, and I reached down to feel a second stab wound. Another slice in the skin of my thigh. I gritted my teeth. Jax was such a piece of shit.

I turned onto my side and saw the lights down below. It was the glow of my town shining up towards me at the lookout, thousands of homes settling down for the night. A sight I was both relieved and sad to see.

My demon.

He was gone.

I sat up and lifted my top, the pierce of where the knife had gone into me was slowly getting smaller until it closed over completely, the skin there looking totally back to normal.

Not only had the demon fucked me back to life, he'd healed me too.

I smiled and shook my head in disbelief at my luck.

He'd saved me.

I heard a noise behind me, and I turned to look over my shoulder to see Jax about thirty yards away on the outskirts of the woods. He was standing in the light of his motorbike, smoking a cigarette and looking shaken up. He ran his hand through his hair, and I noticed a streak of blood on his wrist, which he quickly tucked back into his jacket.

He cast a glance in my direction, but with the darkness outside and the light from his bike shining so close to his face, I knew he wouldn't be able to see me.

"Son of a bitch," I said as I leaned up and rose slowly to my feet, keeping low.

Jax sucked deeply on the cigarette, and I noticed the knife lying on the ground next to me. He'd been too stupid to pick it up.

Why did that not surprise me?

I reached out and swept it into my palm, closing my fingers around the handle. It still had my blood on it, sticky and warm.

I watched as he turned his back and put his leg over the bike, climbing on as he clamped the cigarette between his teeth. He was clearly thinking of what to do, muttering to himself under his breath as he smoked and breathed quickly. He was so nervous I could almost hear his heart beating.

"Move her to the woods," I heard him say as if he was agreeing with himself, and I rolled my eyes.

He was such a moron.

A shallow grave in the woods behind the lookout… I definitely deserved better than that.

He turned the keys in his bike, and the light cut out, plunging the area into darkness. I smiled as I stepped away from the murder scene, away from the pool of blood on the ground, and ducked down next to some rocks.

I watched as Jax breathed out and threw his cigarette on the ground.

More evidence to convict him if I had, in fact, died.

And then he began to walk slowly towards me, staring at the ground until he reached the point where my body should have been…

… and he froze.

Stone cold.

I heard his breathing ramp up, and I watched as he spun around, staring in every direction, the panic flooding his face.

I thought of my pleasure demon. I could still feel him. He was right when he said he would leave his mark. I reached up and touched the point on my shoulder where he'd sunk his teeth in. The warmth was still there, and I smiled.

He'd be with me, now and always.

And we would see each other again when it was time.

But for now, I had to do him proud. I'd been given a second chance, and I was going to put an end to Jax once and for all.

I'd send him to the depths of hell where he belonged, and I would know justice had been served.

"Hi, Jax," I said as I stepped out quickly and approached him from behind, the knife sharp in my fist as I plunged it hard and fast into the side of his throat.

He made a sound that was almost like a plum being crushed. And then he tried to swallow, but a thick flood of black came from his mouth. The blood spilled down his chin, and he stared at me with wide eyes.

As he fell to the ground in the exact spot where he'd plunged the same knife into me, the mark on my shoulder burned, my demon's way of saying well done .

I watched as the life left Jax, and I knew exactly where he was going. The floor below limbo would serve him well for the next ten thousand years.

I smiled.

Mission completed.

The lesser stab wound on my leg would account for my blood present at the scene, and I traced my fingertips over it, feeling the warmth returning to my skin. I reached into my back pocket and found my phone before I dialed 911 and held it to my ear.

What a fucking night.

"Hello 911, what's your emergency?" The small voice said on the other end of the line.

I sat down on the rocks and looked out over my town at the twinkling lights and the glow on the horizon.

Screwing a demon to come back to life… Not what I had on my bingo card this week, but here we are…

"I need to report an incident," I said. "My boyfriend tried to kill me."

The bite mark on my shoulder throbbed, and I smiled.

Because of my time in the limbo of the Underworld, I'd never be alone again. And now I could look forward to visiting the eternity of the afterlife when the time was right, knowing my demon lover would be there, waiting.

But for now, I guess I've got some living to do.

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