17: Rayleigh

What the fuck was that?

As the thought crossed her mind, there was a warmth burning into your flesh. She cast her gaze down to her chest, where his mark gave off that golden black glow. It etched deeply into her skin, yet blood was never drawn. Power emanated from it. Pulsing like its own heartbeat.

Rayleigh lifted her gaze to Zalakai, who was still beside himself after the orgasm. His Demonic form took over the moment their intimacy began. The little transitions she barely noticed, but the moment his raven black wings sprouted forth, she paid attention to the details. His height. His horns. The red tinted skin. His sharpened fangs. All of him screamed Demon in every sense of the word. Even now, his power overflowed from him and swept over her like a wave. This felt far more powerful than what he gave off previously.

The book.

Her eyes turned to the book that had flipped closed. Magic had surged through her upon their pact being made. Holy Magic. Something highly dangerous to F