The darkness was all-consuming. Blood-curdling screams rang through the vast openness before fading away into the empty space around me. Goosebumps rose to the surface of my skin, and the little hairs on my body raised tall as if I were surrounded by static. It didn't matter where I turned or how much I squinted my eyes. I was trapped in the darkness. I knew I wasn't alone by the sounds of torture surrounding me, but I would rather be alone than be party to what they were doing. "Seraphina," My mother's voice whispered out softly. Yet, it seemed to be louder than the mind-piercing screams around me. "My girl." My head snapped around in an attempt to locate the source, but I could see nothing. "Mom?" I called out, hoping with everything in me that she was safe. "Mom, I'm right here!" The ground beneath my feet felt rough and jagged as it dug into the bare flesh. I could smell her perfume surrounding me, I could hear the even breathing of someone near me, but I could see nothing. "Y

Demetri's P.O.V. The wetness that coated my fingers as I slid up and down her folds was begging me to throw her on the couch and fuck her with my tongue until she couldn't breathe, but I had other plans. As she braced herself against me, my left hand moved up and across her chest to capture one of her perky breasts, massaging it before grabbing it tightly. I pinched her nipple between my fingers beneath the cotton of her top. She let out a gasp. Her hand shooting up to dig her fingers into my forearm but pressing me closer to her rather than pulling me away. It sent a jolt of satisfaction through me that she was enjoying my touch, that I knew what my girl liked. "Tell me what you're feeling," I demanded even though I could still sense her. The pain was still prominent but less so than the pleasure. "Good," She panted out as I continued to rub her clit in small but hard circles. She bent her knees pressing herself down against my hand harder than before. "It feels so good, but I ne

Seraphina's P.O.V. It wasn't lost on me that Demetri stayed between myself and the strange woman. As mad at him as I was, I wasn't about to leave his side when there was another demon in my house. One he clearly seemed to know. If he didn't trust them with me, I would not be trusting them either. "Are you going to sit here and play games, or are you going to answer our questions?" I snapped, trying to make my voice sound stronger than I was feeling. In reality, I was feeling about two inches tall. The last thing I wanted was a stunning woman coming into my home and telling me that I was just one of the many holes Demetri satisfied himself with, even though I was well aware of that fact after this morning. Even worse was that he didn't correct her. "Feisty today," The woman taunted with a smirk pulling up the corners of her lips. "Lover's spat?" I was curious as to why she was here in pajamas, but more so why she was here at all. Her lack of answer to my question sent anger through

He refused to make eye contact with me, and I slid my hand up to his hair so I could pull his head back to look at me. His jaw was tense beneath my thumb as he looked over my shoulder. "I didn't even realize, Demetri. To us, He is a deity that is worshipped. Over time, His name just became a figure of speech by everyone, even those who don't believe in him. But, to you…" I trailed off as his dark eyes snapped down to me. "He is real to you." "He does not need to be a part of our future interactions." Demetri snapped. I waited patiently, knowing there was more he needed to let out. "Not only does he take credit for everything, but when things got tough, and he had to answer for them, he ran away! He doesn't get to take you too!" I tried not to react to the different perspective. I wasn't raised to follow a specific religion, but that didn't mean I didn't believe there were other beings out there. Turns out, I was right, but the story we were told didn't match what he was saying. Peop

Demetri's words could have set fire to my body if he wanted. If he wanted to fuck me, I would not be the one to stop him. He was right. When he was fucking me, he owned me. I would bend over backward to please him. If he asked me to drop to my knees in the middle of a large crowd, I would. It was a terrifying realization that I was no longer the driving force behind my desires. Instead, every craving was fueled by him. I wanted to record the way he moaned and grunted as he fucked me so I could play it on repeat. That sound alone was enough to make me come undone, but knowing that it was because of me that he was feeling that way, brought me to another level. His hands squeezed my breasts one more time as he continued to roll and pinch my nipples before he pulled away, leaving his magic to resume the delicious torture. The calloused skin of his large palms slid down my sides, before making their way beneath my waistband and down to the wet center that was waiting for him. As his fin