Lure of a Demon

RAY

Letting her have a moment, I simply watched as Ilsa sank back onto the mattress, her entire body relaxing after her peak. I didn’t know sex with a human could be like this. I figured I’d only be able to find this sort of satisfaction from other demons. But Ilsa, she was something else, and every layer she let me peel back only intrigued me more.

She stirred feelings in my gut I wasn’t willing to admit yet because that was human stuff.

I climbed onto the bed and crawled over her, hovering above her body on all fours until she opened her eyes lazily and looked at me.

Blowing air out of the corner of her mouth to shift a lock of my hair from her cheek, she grinned at me, her smile slowly fading when I didn’t return the look but instead continued to watch her. My eyes bored into hers as though we could answer all of each other’s questions without words.

“You’re a puzzle, Ilsa,” I whispered.

She chuckled before that too faded from her face and her brow furrowed.

There was a pause, then she said, “You too.”

Ilsa was rubbing my arms now, running her fingertips gently up and down my skin with her nails. The sensation made me shudder, and lust flared in her eyes at my reaction to her touch. How she could induce that effect from me with such a gentle move, I wasn’t sure.

So I dealt with it as I normally did with situations I didn’t understand—I stopped thinking about it.

As Ilsa sat up, I moved with her, letting her switch our positions before shuffling toward the headboard and resting my shoulders against the pillows as she crawled over me.

There was a mischievous grin on her features as she reached into the bedside table, withdrawing a couple of ribbons. I didn’t once stop watching her face as I followed her lead and raised my arms over my head so she could bind my wrists together. The play of different emotions across her face was fascinating, and I bit my bottom lip, unable to tell what she thought as she secured my tied hands to the headboard. She took every motion with such concentration, and when the knots tightened, I smirked.

Whatever practiced knot she was using wouldn’t be enough to keep me from her.

When she straddled me, I giggled, tugging lightly against the binds. “You know I could break these easily, right?”

Ilsa tilted her head to the side, a look on her face I couldn’t read. “I know…” she said, pausing, a slight smile tugging at her lips, “… but I’m trusting you not to.”

The smirk dropped from my face as the impact of her words hit me. “You’re… trusting me?”

She ran her bottom lip between her teeth briefly as though she also hadn’t considered the full implication of what she had said. When she sighed, it wasn’t an angry sound but one of acceptance.

“Yes.”

As she stared at me, I felt my eyes blaze yellow for a moment. Another brief moment that revealed my continuing fight to maintain control I was still learning to focus on. Ilsa flinched, but she didn’t move away from me. After staring at me for a moment longer, she leaned forward and planted a delicate kiss on my lips—a kiss I returned a moment too late, distracted by the significance of the gesture.

Right before her eyes was a reminder to her of what I was, and she kissed me anyway.

The headboard creaked as I tugged against the binds, groaning against her mouth.

Ilsa grinned. “Don’t break them,” she whispered.

“I promise.”

She bent, then lifted my t-shirt and grazed her teeth along the edge of my bra. When I moaned, she returned the appreciation against my skin, the sound vibrating through her lips as she kissed her way along the top of my breasts.

“Harder, Ilsa, please.” I wasn’t above begging, not when I was teetering on the edge of control. I looked down to find her watching me, her lips still poised above my flesh. Her eyes were swimming with uncertainty, and I simply nodded. “You can’t hurt me. I need it, please. Ilsa… harder.”

Allowing an open groan of pleasure to escape as she bit into my breast, I arched my back, pushing myself into her touch as much as the restraints would allow. I’d keep my promise. I wouldn’t break them, no matter how hard it became. Something about the test to my control was an additional turn-on. I was submitting and in control at the same time, and it was exhilarating.

Ilsa bit harder, and when she drew blood, I moaned in ecstasy, writhing underneath her.

It took me a moment to get my senses back, and I cried out, “Don’t taste my blood!”

Ilsa froze, her lips hovering above the wound. There was panic in her voice. “Is it poison?”

I felt the calm rush through me when she stopped—I hadn’t warned her too late. “No,” I breathed a sigh of relief. “It would start the bonding process.”

Ilsa shifted up until her face was above mine and pressed her hand over the wound as though rubbing away the blood would take away what she had done.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, it feels good. I want you to bite. But I should’ve explained about the blood.”

“What’s the bonding process?”

“Something demons do, it forges a lifelong connection between mates. Between a human and a demon, it would increase your lifespan, give you increased strength and heightened senses.” I bit my lip. “It makes being away from your partner physically painful.”

“Oh,” she said.

She frowned again.

Fuck, she was actually considering it.

It’s not that I didn’t want to.