Touched by Death: (Sins of The Fallen book 3)

Daemon drags me down the narrow hallway to his bedroom without a glance back. The others make themselves scarce, as if they can sense he needs this moment alone with me.

No sooner have we entered his bedroom than he shuts the door, pushes me up against it, and grabs my face with his big hand. His lips descend on mine, and I let him devour me until my heart beats so hard that I can feel its insistent throb in my temples. This kiss is a claiming, as raw and desperate as the pulsing throb between my legs.

Daemon breaks away, and his hungry mouth trails biting kisses down my neck before he’s back to taste my kiss-swollen lips.

“Fuck,” he growls, digging his fingers into my jaw. “Fuck it all to hell! You bring me to my knees.”

“Daemon,” I whisper as I drag my hands down his hard chest and rippling abs. “What about Dariana?”

His hot breath stalls on my lips, and he leans back to flick his eyes between mine before a deep sigh wafts over my mouth. “I’m not marrying her.”

“But your father said—”

“It doesn’t matter, little witch. Forget what he said.”

“I can’t just forget.”

“Of course you can,” he growls as he lets his hand slide from my jaw to my throat, his warm fingers encircling the slender column. His lips are back on mine, stealing my retort with hard kisses that send heat to my swollen clit. “None of that shit matters, okay?” Biting down on my lip, his tongue swipes up the blood rushing to the surface. “Fuck, you drive me insane.”

“What about Genesis?” I ask when he drags his nose across my jaw.

Pausing at the tender spot below my ear, he places a soft kiss on my heated skin and eases back to look me in the eye. “We’ll figure it out. I promise, baby.”

“What if I get lost to the shadows again?”

“You won’t.”

I want to believe him so badly, but I don’t.

I can’t.

Not while the memory of the flickering candles on the metal tray burns bright in my mind’s eye.

“Thank you for finding me.”

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“You found me, Daemon.”

“I will always find you,” he replies, placing his hand on the door and tucking my hair behind my ear.

“You will?”

“Yes.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but my heart hears his promise like a tailor-made song.

“I’ll hold you to that promise, Daemon. Son of Lucifer.”

His throat jumps enticingly, and a flash of vulnerability dances with the flames of hellfire in his eyes. But then all gentleness disappears. He spins me around and sinks his teeth into my neck where it meets my shoulder. Blood pours to the surface, warm and slippery. Crowding me against the door with his big body, he laps it up while I push my ass back against his groin.

With a final, “Fuck,” he turns me around and slams his mouth to mine. At the same time, he fists his dick as though he’ll die if he can’t bury himself to the hilt inside me at this instant. Banding his arm around my waist, he lifts me up and rubs the crown of his cock through my soaked slit.

“Please,” I whimper as he presses inside me. “I need you.” Clinging to him, I let him hurt me in the best way possible, loving the sharp sting. He slams his hips home and sinks his teeth into my bottom lip. Daemon is many things, but he’s not gentle when he fucks. And I don’t want him to be. I want him to erase my stalker’s every unwelcome touch with his own brutality. I want him to hurt me and fuck me and kill me slowly with hard kisses that chip away at my heart’s defenses. If I thought I stood a chance against him, I was wrong. When he fucks me like this, pinned against the door, I come alive. Every part of me, every wilted, fragmented, and broken piece, returns home on his soft breaths against my neck and lips.

Daemon pounds me hard until he’s all I see. Every burning kiss sears my heart like the ink of a tattoo gun.

“You wanted to forget us,” he growls out on a hard thrust. “Did you think I’d ever let that happen? No…” He grunts. “I don’t care what it takes or how hard I have to fuck you. I’ll engrave myself on your heart, little angel.” His cock slides out to the crown, teasing my soaked entrance, and his dark eyes hold mine, never wavering as he buries himself inside me. Behind him, his wings stretch out, as dark and threatening as the promise in his gaze.

“I’ll hurt you to get my way,” he promises. “I’ll cut you open if only to leave my scars on your soul.”

My fingers slide up the expanse of his warm, sweaty chest, over the hard planes of muscle. “We’ll hurt each other,” I correct him. “Again and again until one of us walks away.”

A low snarl vibrates his chest beneath my touch. He picks up his pace, fucking me with long, deep strokes that steal my breath. “It’s too late to walk away, little witch. You’re already leashed, and I won’t set you free.”

With heavy eyes, I watch him take me against the door while the shadows that lurk in the corners of the room grow taller and longer.

Daemon spins us around and carries me over to the bed. He lowers me down on top of the crumpled sheets and climbs on top. The mattress dips beneath his heavy weight. Much to my dismay, he keeps himself out of reach, suspended above me on his knees with one hand beside my head.

As I hold my breath, he trails a single finger along the curve of my jaw, down the column of my neck. He lingers on my pulse point, his touch sending illicit shivers down my body.

“I need you, Daemon,” I beg, both loving and hating how vulnerable I feel when he looks at me like he is now. “Please.”

Wrapping his fingers around my throat, he applies enough pressure to cause pleasure to trickle down to my core. “You reduce me to an animal.” His heated gaze skates the length of my body, causing my pussy to throb at the feeling of his eyes’ caress. The hunger that seems to whisper like heated breaths on my sensitive, swollen folds.

Shifting down my body, he yanks my dress up, not satisfied until it’s in a pool below my tits. He peers up at me from between my spread legs with a look that’s so devastating, I don’t dare look away. Like a targeted missile aimed at my fragile heart, he lowers himself down until his lips are right where I need him, hovering a hair’s breadth away. His fangs gleam in the flickering firelight from the torches on the walls, and my fingers tangle in his soft, unruly hair. I get lost in the strands, tugging and pulling while he holds me hostage with his intense gaze.

“Taste me,” I all but plead, lifting my hips off the mattress. “Please, Daemon.”

There’s that side smirk. The one that sends a spark of heat to my clit. Throwing my head back on the pillow, I let my thighs clamp down on his head. “You torture me, Daemon.”

A sharp sting has me hissing out a breath. I lift my head off the pillow to see a trail of deep-red blood trickle from his mouth on my thigh in a race toward my pussy.

With his teeth buried deep in my skin, he watches me from beneath his dark lashes. His fingers skate up the inside of my thigh in a soft caress that makes me tingle in the best way possible. He slides his heated touch through the streak of blood, and I inhale a sharp gasp when he smears it over my soaked clit and circles my slick entrance.

Mesmerized, I watch his teeth retract. He places a soft kiss on the incisor wounds before biting down on his own wrist. Blood rushes to the surface, trailing a path toward his elbow. Daemon’s dark eyes clash with mine. Smirking sinfully, he holds his wrist over my pussy and fists his hand. The first warm drop lands on my sensitive clit like a slap of his hand, and I gasp out as more blood drips onto my soaked cunt.

Unsatisfied, Daemon brings his wrist to his mouth and bites down again. With his eyes on me, he tears through the skin and proceeds to let the blood pour freely over my slit and between my ass cheeks.

Once the steady flow becomes a slow trickle, he lowers himself back down and covers my throbbing pussy with his hot mouth. I gasp, fisting the sheets like the white, soft fabric is my lifeline. Daemon devours me. His tongue lashes at my clit almost viciously. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. He sucks, nibbles, and licks, leaving me a writhing mess atop his crumpled, blood-stained sheets. My wings drag across the bed until they’re unfolded and drooping to the floor on either side of the bed. I shudder, my back arching off the mattress.

“Fuck, Daemon,” I whimper.

When he looks up at me with blood smeared over his mouth and cheeks, I come. The sight of him covered in his blood and my arousal is a flint to my steel. I let out a scream, unable to stop the onslaught of pleasure that grips me like Daemon’s ruthless hand around my throat. Every muscle in my body tenses, and my pussy pulses its release.

Before I’ve come down from my high, Daemon climbs up my body—a prowling lion that’s about to devour its kill.

Grabbing my ankles, he brings them to the side of my head. I’m bent in half, staring up at him as he grips his cock and drags the crown through my soaked folds. He sinks inside me, his veiny length filling me up to the brim. As he slides back out, he slaps my clit that peeks out through the hood. “Such a dirty little angel.”

Just when I think he’ll never give me what I need, he grips the shaft and applies pressure to my tight exit. The pain is immediate, burning through me with delicious intensity. I love that Daemon doesn’t take it easy on me and how unapologetic he is in his pursuit of pleasure.

His fingers flex on my crossed ankles, and he stares down between our bodies, watching his dick slowly stretch me open. I hold my breath, in awe at seeing this powerful fallen angel, the heir to Hell’s throne, fill me up with his cock. Beads of sweat stick to his skin, which only adds to the urgency.

“Fuck me,” I beg, and his eyes shoot up to mine. He doesn’t need to be asked twice. Falling forward onto his hands, he grabs hold of my throat and slams his hips home, sheathing himself to the hilt in my ass. It’s not the most comfortable position, but the raw look in Daemon’s eyes as he pulls all the way out and slams his cock inside me again makes it all worth it. In fact, I never want him to stop looking at me like he is now. I want him to fuck me to within an inch of my life and then do it all again.

“Fuck, this damn ass,” he says with a grunt, bruising my neck with his tight grip. “So. Fucking. Good.”

Snarling at him, I bare my incisors. My empty pussy drips with need and throbs in time with his brutal thrusts.

“Don’t,” he warns, cutting off my airflow. “Don’t bare your teeth at me while I’m balls deep in your ass, little witch. I’ll only hurt you more.”

I do exactly that. With a hiss, I let him see the red mist swirling in my gaze. Nothing entices me to misbehave more than his raw fury and the instinctual need to dominate, which flashes in his eyes right before he climbs off me. His wet dick bobs against his rippling stomach, and he orders me to run.

Hesitating, I blink up at him as he drags his fingers through his sweaty hair.

Lowering his hand, he clucks his tongue. “Did I stutter, little angel? It’s time to fucking run. If I catch you—and mark my damn words, I will—I’ll fuck you to within an inch of your life.”

“But the windows,” I blurt, shifting on the bed. “They’re all boarded shut, and the guards—”

He pulls open a drawer and picks out a dark T-shirt and a pair of jeans as he says over his shoulder, “Then you better fucking hide well, don’t you think?”

My heart jumps in my chest, fluttering wildly with excitement at the promise of a chase in his dark eyes. With one final look in the direction of the door, I bolt.