Devil's Oasis

Chapter 13

I stare at the navy satin gown hugging my torso, flares over my hips with a high slit up my left leg. Spinning slowly I stare at the laced up back stunned by how well it fits. How does he always manage to get my size? It's been hard adjusting to Samael and the sight of him, his facial features remind me of Dominic. But they are two separate entities. Most of the bruises and burns have healed from that night.

Fitting to have nightmares in the fifth circle. I want to scoff at the idea, it's been hell to sleep, unable to feed my poor sleeping habits with Samael watching my every move. Not that his sleep habits are better. I feel anytime I shift he's on my backside ready to pounce. He wasn't kidding about being insatiable. "Good, it fits," he growls in my ear, amused with the notion of him being wrong.

"You know, it's not polite to sneak up on me," I grumble, turning to face him, even in heels he dwarfs me. "How tall are you?" I frown staring up at him. His brow quirks upwards amused as he stares at him before a grin showcases his fangs.

"Do I intimidate you?" Does he?

"No," my answer makes his smile fade slightly, eyes narrowing. His lip curls and fangs grow more exposed, drawing my attention, I can't help myself as I reach up touching them. In an instant his body locks down, muscles furling, member hardening as a hiss deflates his lungs. "Sensitive area?" I meet his eyes as I pull my hand away, his fingers shackle around my wrist holding me still.

"Next time you touch them, I'll bury myself in your body so far you won't breathe," he growls, a shiver dances down my spine as I watch him. "Why don't I intimidate you? I intimidate everyone," he grunts, wings flutter behind his marron silk clad torso, his leather pants a second skin to him. He does love to look like a snack.

"I've seen you on your knees," my answer has his eyes glittering, shocking myself with my boldness. His hand moves to hold my throat, applying the slightest pressure, reminding me of who truly rules the bedroom.

"You're lucky you taste devine," he gives a punishing kiss, fangs spearing my lips as he growls an earth shattering growl. He licks to my ear, his hot breath teases my skin, sending a rush of wet warmth through my sex. "If we didn't have a time constraint now I'd have you on your knees choking on my cock," he purrs with one last nip, burning my skin with want.

I flush as he steps back, licking my lips. I can't tear my gaze away from him. I'm such a whore for him. Never have I been interested in sex, not with the one boyfriend I had. Yet now, it's like I can't breathe without feeling his hot skin against mine. Being owned by him. I lick at the bite again feeling his hand tighten with a devilish smirk and a promise for later. "What can I expect of... the Hellfire realm?"

"Fire, misery, what do you expect?" he asks amused, making me shrug.

"I don't know this is all a new concept- you don't exactly look like the depictions," I point out listening as he chuckles a smooth smokey sound. His shark-like grin has grown on me in my time around him, he glides across the room, his grace still intact.

"Hellfire has been through many imitations on earth. Outside of the castle and judgment hall, it is a dreary place. Are you sure you want to know?" I admire his back, eyes tracing along the spines of his wings.

"No, but I may as well be informed, you always were one to nag me on the dangers," I respond watching as he gives me a dark look promising a punishment later. They've yet to be scary- I think he enjoys watching me squirm more than anything.

"Careful," he warns before giving a sigh as he stands on the balcony. Cast by the full moon, the dark sky of his home has a glittering background. "Hellfire, isn't for the weak, it crawls with demons, those condemned to eternity in the grounds suffer their own purgatory. Are doomed to forever be cast into their nightmares, their monster no longer figments of their imaginations but their entire reality."