Reverent

"My precious sister..." The demon king murmured. His lips ghosting the woman's temple, his arms were draped around the human, holding the unconscious woman close to his exposed chest possessively.

His sharp eyes were half-lidded-fearing the worst to occur the moment he let go. The demon relished in the familiar smell that quenched the longing. He was starved-starved for his dear sister's presence, her touch and knowing that she was safe.

The corner of his lip curled, ever so slightly they twitched. His heart pounded within his chest, the warm, fuzzy feeling inside him was difficult to subdue.

Causing his talons to press into her skin-the quiet whimper that slipped past had him tensing.

"Sorry," He meekly spoke. Laxing his grip, he pressed a gentle kiss against the human's head. One turned to two, the demon king pampered the flesh with butterfly smooches.

He never wanted to hurt her, never wanted to abandon his sister-not again, never again.