Did I?
It was a big step, the most significant thing I, as a demon, could do with another being, and while it was reversible, it was a long and painful process, which would leave us both with scars, physical and otherwise, for life.
“Ilsa…”
She nodded, biting her lip again before grinning at me. I was about to ask what she was thinking when she fell forward onto me, sinking her teeth into my neck, causing me to cry out in surprise more than pain.
My eyes flashed, and my skin rippled. She was enticing a darker part of me.
“Ilsa...” There was a warning in my voice this time, and I gripped the headboard to avoid breaking the bonds against my wrists.
“You said harder…” she whispered against my neck, “… so just shut up and take it.” She made a trail of kisses down my body again, sinking her teeth into my stomach’s sensitive skin, and I bucked my hips toward her, a snarl building in my throat.
The headboard shook.
I’d promised not to break the binds, but I couldn’t guarantee the headboard wouldn’t crack.
Was she doing it on purpose? Enticing my demon?
She bit along my hip bone and traced her hands down my legs, the touch I had denied her earlier. Smirking, Ilsa took the boots off my feet and dropped them off the edge of the bed. They represented the control I had over her earlier, and the glee shining in her eyes now only reiterated she was in charge now.
I was hers.
Sliding my panties down over my legs before discarding them, she bit me again, drawing more blood. But she was quick to move away, not risking the blood getting into her mouth. After the bite, she had cast me a glance as if asking if what she was doing was okay or for permission to continue. I simply nodded, grateful she took my warning seriously but also drowning in the ecstasy of pleasure meeting sweet pain.
My demon stirred. Part of me ached for her to take my blood, my body screaming in protest as the metallic scent hit my nostrils and was met with no follow-through.
When her tongue ran up between my pussy lips, I cried out again. Looking up over my body, she saw the yellow of my eyes, the blackening of my skin. I was inexperienced at holding my human form when my demon struggled to get out, a skill that could take years to perfect. I needed release, and I needed Ilsa to give it to me because right now, my instinct was fighting against the knowledge I had made a promise.
Above all, I needed her not to be afraid of me anymore.
“Ilsa, please…” I panted. “I can’t hold on.”
Whether she understood or not, I wasn’t sure, but either way, she dived between my legs, licked and sucked at my clit, spread my lips with her fingers, and sucked hard at the bud. I strained against the bonds and struggled to maintain control not to break them. When the headboard cracked, Ilsa’s eyes shot up and met mine, her eyelids heavy with lust as her mouth worked against my heat. Driving three fingers into me, she gave me no chance to adjust to the spread and pumped them in and out as she continued to suck at my clit.
Now I was losing control on another level, bucking against her face, my desperation for release evident through the mews and whimpers I couldn’t help but let go.
“Ilsa… fuck.”
She moved up again, crushed her chest to mine, and continued to drive her fingers into me, the sound of my wet arousal filling the room. When she added the pressure of her thumb to my throbbing clit, I cried out again.
“Shh…” she hummed. “You can take it.”
“Yes,” I hissed as she added a fourth finger, spreading me wide with her hand and circling my clit with her thumb.
Ilsa screamed when I did. I couldn’t contain it.
The ribbon snapped as the headboard broke, and I wrapped my arms around her as I came over her fingers, driving my teeth into her shoulder.
“We did it, we actually fucking did it.”
But I couldn’t find it within myself to be happy because when I surveyed the scene in front of me, I saw more than the destruction of the terrorist center.
Because that limb, mere feet from me, didn’t look as though it belonged to an adult.
How many people were inside the targeted building? The hit had been direct, and it had taken months to find the exact coordinates of the base. They had hidden it in plain sight, and the exchange of weapons was done right in the middle of a once-thriving community.
A community that while quieter, was still active.
Full of innocent people. Innocent people who had copped the brunt of the explosion.
We had been sent in to make sure the threat had been neutralized.
It had been neutralized, all right.
The five men and two women in my unit surveyed the area, kicking over debris.
“No survivors,” Darren called.