The Demon King Davian

She half-heartedly struggled against her constraints, wanting to be free of them, yet finding the sensual torture exhilarating. When Davian worked a third finger into her tight canal, she lost her breath. His touch was determined and skilled, and seconds later, she screamed in ecstasy as her orgasm exploded within her.

Her body vibrated and her pulse raged. He withdrew from her and she heard him divest himself of the rest of his clothes as her eyes remained shut and she concentrated on finding a normal breathing pattern. Yet her ragged gulps of air didn’t slow as she anticipated him entering her from behind and driving deep.

Moments later, he did just that, thrusting hard and filling her completely.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered as pleasure flooded her veins. “I really have missed you.”

He clasped her waist and his hips bucked as he hammered into her. Having her hands tied at the small of her back added to the eroticism in a way she had not expected. A secret part of her thrilled over being at his mercy…being a vessel for his own pleasure, though she reaped the benefit as well.

In need of releasing his pent-up sexual frustration—as well as the agitation she’d sparked—he thrust masterfully into her, pushing her to the precipice again. His body tensed when hers did, and then he called her name as he came, igniting her orgasm, hot and vibrant.

He remained buried inside her as his heavy breaths matched hers. Wh

en their excitement calmed a bit, he withdrew from her. He unfastened the sash at her wrists and sprawled on the bed alongside her. Jade smiled sweetly at him.

In a provocative tone, she said, “Anytime you want to teach me a new lesson, I’m game.”

“Humph.” He smirked. “I should have made the sandwich and read the book. But I can’t walk away from you when you’re naked and ready for me.”

Her lips swept over his. “Now I know how to keep you captive in my cottage.”

“I’d stay here forever, Jade.” He gazed forlornly—though heatedly—into her eyes. “In your bed. With you.”

She frowned as her heart constricted. “Of course, that’s not possible.”

He remained silent as he stared at her, then asked, “Would you want to spend an eternity with me?”

“I can’t afford to ruminate over things like that, Davian. Nor can I wrap my mind around it. An eternity… I don’t think I was meant to live longer than it takes to help the people I care about find their own sort of peace.”

“But what if you had the chance for immortality? Would you take it?”

With a shake of her head, she said, “Humans don’t weather grief and sorrow as well as demons do, I’m afraid. An eternity of suffering would be a bit much for me.”

“What if you actually had the capability to power through?”

“But I don’t, my Lord. Remember…human. Mortal. We’re not wired like demons.”

Suddenly, he slipped from the bed and disappeared out the door. Jade stared at the empty spot next to her, startled. A few seconds later, however, Davian returned. He dragged on his briefs and settled beside her again.

He said, “You’ve questioned your place in the new world, but have you ever questioned your heritage?”

She shrugged a shoulder. “What heritage? My cultural differences don’t vary from most of the war survivors in this area. Yes, my father had incredible leadership skills and he likely could have become a slayer. But he chose political responsibilities, more so than military ones.”

“No,” the Demon King said. “He was involved in military strategy. Morgan worked very closely with him and they did maintain a balance that helped my alliance to accept the terms I laid down when it came to leaving the humans be. In fact, my vampires stuck to the castle to avoid temptation. They upheld my laws.”

“Morgan did tell me recently that he and my father held tactical discussions and that they were of like minds in many respects. And Sheena is quite proud that she can have a human friend and not…you know. Want to kill me.”

“From her, I’ve learned the craving to drink from a human source has mostly diminished for her species. They still have human blood stored up from the war, yes. But they seem to be more content with animal blood. Apparently, it feeds their primal instincts in a way humans never did.”

Jade nodded. “She has proven herself capable of being around me when I’m bleeding without looking the least bit enticed by me.”

“Though…she’s deeply hurt you chose to become a slayer.”

Jade stared at him a moment until the implication hit her. “Oh, no.” She rolled her eyes at her insensitivity. “I never even considered… Damn it. She thinks I don’t trust her?!”

“Yes.”

“What about Morgan?”