Her Witch, Her Demon: Book 1 of Hers Trilogy [WxW]

10. The Lovers

Trigger Warning!

This chapter depicts graphic sex between two women. There's also a phallus involved. No seriously, guys, this is full-on erotica, with a lot of sex. Like a lot. And it can get... weird. If that's not your thing, please skip it. Well, I'll recommend you skip to the next scene where there isn't any sex, though there's a bit of intimacy. Okay, maybe you should skip the whole thing. But there's going to be a revelation at the end of the chapter that's relevant to the plot. Try not to skip that one. Happy reading.

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Although Ezerix had warned her, nothing could have prepared Meredith for the extreme discomfort threatening to claw out of her body. She rushed to the nearest sink to vomit everything in her system. Was this what teleportation felt like? As if three hundred pounds of chocolate had been forced down her throat. Her grip on the sink tightened as she trembled. When she calmed down, she splashed some water on her face and washed her mouth thoroughly to get rid of the nauseous taste in her mouth.

"Where's Nyx?" she asked once she felt at home in her body again.

"Bedroom." Ezerix pointed upstairs before vanishing in a puff of darkness.

Not caring where the demon guard had run off to, Meredith mounted the stairs two at a time and ran up the narrow hallway to find Nyx's room. She'd already been there before so it didn't take long to find the massive bedroom.

Curled up in the humongous king-sized bed was a naked Nyx, writhing in agony, her face pressed into her pillows. Although the temperature in the room was pretty normal, Nyx's powerfully chiseled body shivered so vigorously that one would think it was below freezing point. Meredith's eyes stung. How she wished she could ease the demon's pain.

"Nyx."

Nyx stiffened immediately and turned. "Meredith?" she whispered in a hoarse, barely audible voice. "Is that you? Are you real?"

"Yes, Nyx. It's me." Meredith eased herself next to Nyx and gathered the woman in her arms. "I'm right here." Surrendering herself into Meredith's embrace, Nyx held on for dear life. The witch reveled in the demon's warmth. It was fire, but the good kind of fire, pleasuring Meredith's skin.

Nyx's trembling intensified, and Meredith didn't for a second let go. She rubbed the demon's back, soothingly whispering into her ears, "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

Nyx's gaze bore into Meredith's soul and despite her obvious anguish, she smiled kindly. Like a trained dog, Meredith's insides clenched, the heat twitching between her legs. Nyx touched Meredith's cheek. "None of this is your fault."

"But you're in pain because of me."

Nyx shook her head. "No... It's not because of you. I don't like it when you blame yourself for this."

Maybe she wasn't to blame. But she couldn't help feeling that way. She and Nyx were fated mates, and the longer she took to complete the fated bond, the more agonizing it would be for the demon.

"I want to help." Meredith gently grabbed Nyx's face, gazing deeply into her black eyes. Those cold midnight eyes were a constant reminder of Nyx's suffering. She would do anything to make Nyx's eyes hazel again, those very eyes she had grown to love. "Your pain... I can stop it, right?"

"I... You don't have to do this. You don't want — "

Meredith silenced the demon with a mere finger on her lips. Delicious sensations tingled her core as Nyx's lips touched her finger. She straddled Nyx. Nyx's perky small breasts pushed against Meredith's chest, and the demon's longing gaze drank her in.