Split of the Worlds (18+)

Chapter 10.4

His tongue parted her lips. With his leg, N'Arahn pushed hers further apart, opening her for him. And as the tip of his tongue traced the row of her teeth, Veidja felt his fingers slide deeper. A throbbing sensation spread through her from his careful exploration, rubbing in gentle circles. Tingling arcs seemed to make their way from her lips to her center. She still couldn't move, couldn't form a clear thought. The angel felt no fear, no anger; only the reaction of her body, which became soft and pliant.

The demonlord sighed against her mouth and broke the spell by closing his eyes. Everything that had been locked out before came back with force. But the heat in her center remained. Sent thrilling waves through her body as he slid his finger inside her again and again, pressing his thumb against the most sensitive part of her mound.

His lips still hovered over hers, she could feel his heavier breath brushing over her mouth. Veidja jerked her head forward and bit the demon, tasting blood. He was her enemy, even if they shared the bed.

But he did not retreat. Endured her teeth sinking into his lower lip, just looked at her without casting another spell over her. N'Arahn opened his mouth slightly and licked over the curve of her upper lip. Shocked, the angel released him. Immediately he lowered his head to her breast, making her overstimulated nerves buzz as he brought the sucking of his mouth and the movements of his hand into a shared rhythm.

The taste of his blood filled Veidja's mouth, she still felt his lips against hers. The burning rage at his trick had faded with her attack. He had taken possession of her body, she had done the same to his in revenge. But his reaction was only devotion. What is happening?

With horror, she admitted to herself that what the demon was doing to her was not entirely unpleasant. She hated him for what he was, for the step he had forced her to take. She wasn't in his bed by choice.

She hated herself for thinking she could endure it, use it tactically. But she hated herself even more for the fact that N'Arahn didn't evoke disgust in her. That she acknowledged his strength and skill as a warrior. That he was in control of himself, and earned her respect for that. That his body felt damn good when she allowed herself that thought.

She hated herself for closing her eyes now to feel his touch and the burgeoning desire within her.
She had agreed to the arrangement, expecting many things, fearing even more what it would entail. He had spellbound her, perhaps to make her more compliant, which had confirmed her fears. But he had quickly broken the spell and did not cause her any pain. On the contrary. By now, Veidja's blood was rushing with arousal.

This cannot be.

She was torn from her thoughts when N'Arahn slowly withdrew his hand from her. It came to rest on her side, wet and hot. He lifted his leg, freeing hers from underneath him, but slid his foot under the crook of her knee. He held her legs wide apart and she felt his hardness against her side. Despite all the tingling sensations and hopes, cold shivers overcame her as she looked at the demon. The moment had come. Once again, she was overcome by this untypical panic. She would feel his weight on her, would be crushed by his force. Trembling, Veidja closed her eyes as he lifted his mouth from her breast.

N'Arahn slid his arm under her back and wrapped one hand around her waist. With a tug, Veidja felt herself lifted up and turned around. Instinctively, she brought both hands up to her chest and propped herself up on the first thing she could reach when he completed his movement. She found herself astride the warrior, her fingers clawing into his chest hair. He had his legs slightly raised behind her. Her thighs were spread wide by his hips, the hair at the base of his erection rubbing against her sensitive, wet center. Something silky pressed hard against her buttocks. The demonlord's hands gripped her waist.