Devil's Oasis

Chapter 12

What was that nightmare? Satin sheets caress my body, chilling my hot skin, a scent that I can only recognize as Dominic fills my body and soothes my aching lungs. Dominic? My eyes open staring at grande ceilings, the large expanse is blank with a deep charcoal border, intricately carved of stone. Where- My chest collapses as fear bombards my mind, memories rush back, the thick smoke suffocating.

"Holy shit," I choke out, gasping as I feel the building smoke return in my lungs, my mind suffocating me with the memories. A sea of deep emerald green satin pools around my bare body, I stare in shock at my bareness. My skin is littered with harsh redness and spattered bruises, mild cuts and abrasions wrap over my torso, the tenderness that creeps up from my backside a slight indication of my injuries.

"Good, you're awake," Dominc speaks from the shadows, startling me to stare at his enormous form. Long and massive wings sprout from behind his well built shoulders, bone like horns support the paper thin wings, the top edge spiked with sharp spines. He steps from the darkness, skin shaded gray, features sharpened like that night we spent together. Fangs rest over his lower lip before he gives his shark-like smile. "Don't be silent now little Ember."

I blink, staring at him, shock freezes my body, his voice deeper, something completely unholy. "Your- uh," I cut myself off, blinking rapidly as I stare at him- all of him. A tail floats out from behind him, the pointed tip like a sharp dagger, a combination of flesh and bone.

"I'll enjoy making him pay," his eyes darken, glittering with rage as obsidian orbs sparkle under the light. What?

"Your, but," I point at him watching as his wings stretch languidly filling his room before they fold elegantly back behind him. He smirks, flashing his sharpened teeth amused.

"I'm what?" Dominic questions with laughter in his voice.

"Real?" He laughs, the sound chills me through my body as he steps to the end of the bed, eyes dancing over my body, taking in my bare chest. Did he strip me?

"Real?" He lifts his hand inspecting elongated fingers, sharpened nails like claws before he reaches his hand out towards me, I feel the caress sooth the burned and bruised skin of my throat. "I feel real my sweet cum-slut," laughter fills his voice before he's kneeling over my prone legs, pinning me to the bed, his hairless body heats mine as his hands cup my breasts. "Do I feel real to you? Can you feel me buried between your legs?"

His questions bring back the all too real burn he left a week ago, the delirium of his shape shift no longer a crazed-lust filled thought. Fingers roll my nipples distracting me and my racing heart. "Dominic-" his nails bite into the sensitive buds making me gasp as he frowns.

"Samael, I'd hate to punish you so soon," he breathes deeply, toying my flesh, my heart races, feeling a heat pool between my thighs. "I may enjoy the scent of fear, but I find your arousal much more addictive," he hums his admittance, his length a solid sword at attention between us. I gasp, squirming between his stone columns.

"I'm confused-" I groan, jumping as his tail glides over my left breast, the sharp edge makes me gasp, shuddering as it traces my heart.

"About?" His hands push me backwards, the cool sheets teasing my heated skin as he continues to manipulate my nipples, toying with them in a devious way.

"Samael... is... are a fallen angel?" The knowledge seems like it's the furthest thing from being important as his hands trail over my skin, gentle as he hovers over my bruises.

"So you've heard of me," he smirks, fangs flashed before the sheets glide from my body, exposing me wholly to him. "What do you think your punishment should be?" His tail dances over my skin, exploring me, caressing my ribs and over my belly. I jump as his words register.