He stared at her thoughtfully before he spoke, “you trust me.” Even though he knew what her answer would be, he wanted to hear it from her own lips.
She laughed but answered, “Yes even though you didn’t ask.”
Pressing his face into her neck again, he breathed her in and out, as he felt her spread across every part of him, “I didn’t need to ask bir tanem.” He sat up still looking at her, he didn’t know how she would respond to what he was about to say but he hoped once he explained to her what it meant and what it would mean for them that she would happily do it.
“Do something with me.”
“What?” she sat up next to him before he answered. He wrapped his arms around her waist picking her up as if she weighed nothing. He brought her down to him as her legs straddled him, he groaned the same time he caused her to moan when he pressed her crotch into him. Quickly, he pulled off the black worn leather jacket he wore over the blue t-shirt that stuck tightly around every muscle he had. He was sure she could feel how much he wanted her even though his dick was trapped and made to be free from his jeans.
She threw her head back moaning even louder as he continued to rock her back and forth into him. She began to circle her hips, pressing even harder into him that caused him to grip her hips tightly, but she didn’t seem to mind the pain he knew his forced restraint was causing her. In fact, she seemed to become even more aroused by it, she looked at him through half closed eyes, fuck he didn’t to stop this before he could no longer control his impulses.
He stilled her movement and she whimpered before glaring at him, which caused him to chuckle slightly. He had also forgotten and missed how much of a brat she could be. Images of him reddening her beautiful brown ass exploded in his head. He growled and shook the thoughts from his head.
“Not funny,” she pouted and tried to climb off him.
He pulled her back, “I was not trying to be. But to answer your question before I got distracted,” he watched the slow, almost shy smile that spread across her face and relished in it, “I want you to do a ritual with me.”
Zuri looked at him in surprise. Her mouth opened then clamped it shut, then opened it
again, “What...what kind of ritual?” He could hear the concern and wariness in her voice even though she tried to hide it.
It didn’t bother him that she was concerned, he was glad that her son was still and always in the forefront of her mind, even though she was still willing to try with him. Whatever it was between them would not go away easily and could not be taken away. They were deeper than that and even if they didn’t fully understand what it was. They were connected and one.
“It is an old ritual that connects two people well, demons; if it works, we will feel each other, know each other’s thoughts, feelings, everything. It has never been done between a human and demon though.”
“And what happens if we try this, if it doesn’t work will it hurt or,” he watched her swallow hard.
He took her face in his large hands, “Will never hurt you remember.”
“Ok,” she nodded and held his wrist, “if it will do what you say then I want to try it.”
He released a deep breath he hadn’t realised he was holding as he stood up with her in his arms, her legs wrapped tightly around his massive frame.
Putting her on the kitchen island, he looked at her thoughtfully for a moment to be sure she was ready to try the ritual. As if knowing what he wasn’t asking, she told him one more time, she was sure.
He held her eyes as he took her hand and brought it to his mouth, he placed her thumb in his mouth pressing his fang into it to puncture the skin.
“Ouchhhh,” she yelled and tried to pull her hand back, but he shook his head no.
Holding her hand firmly he sucked the blood that streamed from her thumb, it tasted sweeter than anything he ever had, and his eyes rolled black from the euphoric high. He released her hand after one final taste and recited the word from the ritual.
Then punctured his own thumb bringing it to her mouth, she pulled back and watched as his blood ran down his hand before leaning before and licking his forearm back up to his thumb. She took in deep in her mouth and sucked in blood into her mouth; he growled loudly and grabbed her hip with his free hand slamming her into his center. He watched as she moaned, and her eyes rolled back into her head.
He slowly pulled his hand away and had her recite the same words he did before but adding his name as he did hers. The text with the ritual didn’t go into what would happen next or what to expect once it was completed even though it was simple enough, the power behind what they were attempting was immeasurable.
Maybe they both thought of each other - he didn’t get to finish his thought when he was slammed with a sensation that wasn’t his own. His eyes shot down to her and he knew instantly he was feeling her, all her emotions and thoughts flooded into his mind and yet he didn’t feel overwhelmed he felt whole.
“Do you feel that?”
Tears ran down her face and she stared at him with an incredulous look on her face nodding yes. He picked her up and walked them over to the couch lying her down and faded into the darkness. He reached out to her in his mind, he watched as she reached around for him and called out for him. She fell back onto the couch and gasped as he imagined himself sliding his hand over her sex. He moved up her body, running his tongue along her neck and watched as she moaned loudly, raising her hips off the couch. Her eyes were closed tightly as a silent scream poured from her mouth as he ran his middle finger up and down her clit before he plunged it inside her. He could feel her tightness wrapped around his finger as he slowly added another.
He shifted out of the darkness and walked to the couch, she didn’t even realize he was next to her as he accosted her mind with touch and touch. He took her face in his face and despite knowing better his lips slammed into her as the full desire of his hunger, need and want finally came to a head. She gasped against his lips but kissed him back with the same hunger, need and want.
A kiss wasn’t supposed to feel like this. He thought it shouldn’t rip your soul from your body and scatter it across the universe only to put it back together and crash it back into you. Nonetheless, that’s what he felt one kiss awaken his entire body and inciting a feverish primal lust in him.
He picked her up again and she wrapped her legs around him, he would never get tired of that. If he could keep her there forever, he would, he walked them to her bed and fell back onto the bed with her. His hands traced her thighs as he leaned further into her, he put his mouth on her neck as his tongue licked her throat then sucked her sink into his mouth. She writhed beneath him pressing her hips into his jeans covered dick.
His large hands traced the hem of the t-shirt she wore that pooled around her stomach and moved up her body pulling it over her head. His eyes grew darker from the sight of her, and he lowered his head covering her nipple with his mouth. He felt the explosive respond in her body and felt the gush of wetness that flooded her panties.
“Oh gods, Eros,” she moaned.
He took her other breast and rolled her nipples in between her fingers squeezing them until pain and pleasure mixed beautifully in her body. This was what he wanted to feel her beneath him, to hear her moaning his name and begging him for more. He wanted this more than he wanted to breathe or live, this was life to him, and he didn’t want to go back to what he knew before. Nothing before her mattered and everything with her did.
He hushed the part of his brain that tried to get him to stop before it was too late and before she could know what he hadn’t told her yet. Right now, all he wanted was her, her sounds, and her taste.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he licked his way down her body and thumbed her panties then pulled them off. He gripped her thighs when she tried to squeeze her legs shut, he could feel the shyness building up in her and decided to do something about it before it grew. made as locked her in his glazed and lowered his head between her legs.
“Oh, my fuck Eros,” she screamed as his tongue whirled around her clitoris then suck it into his mouth. She gripped the sheets tightly, twisting it as her eyes slammed shut. He continued his onslaught sucking and licking her, he was already addicted to her taste and wanted more. She pressed her hips into his mouth, and he happily took what she had to offer.
He grabbed her ass when she tried to pull back from him and through the pleas to stop while simultaneously begging him not to stop, he felt the orgasm rip through her body causing her to scream his name until she was hoarse.
Zuri passed out the fourth orgasm wreaked its way through her body and still he wanted more. More of her skin, her screams, her taste, just more of her. Even though it would do nothing but allow him to taste her sweet blood, he wanted to drive his fangs into her and drink her blood while it mixed with her honey nectar. He couldn’t calm that feeling of doubt and it made him more than crazy. There was a feverish insanity that threatened to overpower any sensibility that he had left. He needed to release his sexual energy but again he couldn’t risk losing Zuri to his deep lust and being with someone else didn’t feel right and he was sure it wouldn’t cure his desire for her. He was truly addicted in the strongest sense of the word.
But more than that, he was in love with her and that coupled with wanting to bury himself deep inside since the day they met was frustrating to say the least. He let out a long growl as he climbed off her bed, he watched her spread across the bed on her stomach with one leg bent and her arm stuck under one of her pillows. Her curly hair spread out like a cloud around her face. He wanted to grip her waist tightly and slowly drive into her until she woke with a long-drawn-out moan and her face buried in the same pillow.
He needed to leave before he did something that he couldn’t take back, there had to be a way around this. He would figure it out, make her completely his and he had no intention of letting her go. She would realise eventually that he was forever and with him so was she.
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