The Demon Lord's Lover
Chapter 9

He rubs his tip up and down, then slowly enters me. I gasp at the intrusion, and he kisses me deeply. “Are you okay?” I nod. “I’ll be fine; keep going.” He pushes himself more, and all I felt was pain; I close my eyes and bear it for a bit. “Sorry, it will get better, baby. I’ll go slow.” His reassuring words comforted me. After a few moments, the pain subsides. “I think I am okay now.”

He kisses me with intense passion as he pushes himself in this time. I feel so full; he is so thick and big. He pulls out about halfway and goes in again. The pain slowly turns into immense pleasure; I moan at the feeling.

Wow, this feels so good; I want him to go faster. As if he can hear my thoughts, Dante then picks up the pace. “You are so tight; you feel so good, Naila.” He thrusts deeper into me, and his movement becomes faster; I can feel myself getting wetter with each stroke.

He licks and kisses my neck while mumbling incoherent things. I can feel my second orgasm building up with each pump, and I think Dante is nearing his own. I start to moan even louder and claw at his back. “Fuck! Dante, I’m so close!”

He continues to thrust me harder and faster; that’s when I feel it, an earth-shattering climax rips through me. Dante groans at his release and bites my neck. I thought it would be painful, but it just triggered another orgasm as he sunk his teeth in my flesh.

I moan his name as we ride our climaxes. “Holy shit,” I mumble. He pulls his teeth out of my neck and licks it clean, then slowly slides out of me. Dante lays next to me and cuddles me.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I can hear the worry in this voice. “No, it was amazing, I thought it was going to hurt, but it felt so good.” He kisses my neck over and over. “You’re mine now, and I am never letting you go.”

Dante sounded sexily possessive, which sends a new wave of pleasure through me. I don’t think I will ever get enough of this man now that I have had a taste. The last thing I remember is Dante rubbing my arms and kissing me until I fall asleep.

The following day I wake up feeling a heavy arm around me, and the memories of last night rush through my mind. Shit, I’m getting wet. “Good morning beautiful, I can smell your arousal, baby.”

My face flushes, and I can feel him stiffen behind me. Dante turns me to face him. “How are you feeling?” I try to sit up and wince. “Told you, you would feel it.” He teases and gets out of bed.

“I’ll go start the bath for you; you’re gonna need it.” He leans over and examines my neck, stroking it intimately, his eyes darken. “How does it look?” I ask curiously. “It’s mostly healed but a bit red, by the way; I think I know why Draco wants your blood.” I shiver at the idea of someone drinking my blood.

“Why is that?” Dante shakes his head and heads to the door- omg, what an ass on that man, goodness gracious. “Naila, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna fuck you again.” He walks out of the room. He says that but leaves anyway. After a few moments, I head to the bathroom; Dante tests the water and turns to me.

“See if it is to your liking.” I touch it and nod; he picks me up and puts me in the shower. The hot water hits me from all directions. Dante joins me, and I marvel at him, the water running down his ripped body, the way his muscles flex at each movement. I unconsciously reach out, rub his pecs, and then move my hands down to his abs and hard erection. I look up to see Dante staring at me with adoration, lust and is that amusement?

His eyes are dark as he reaches down and starts rubbing himself slowly. “Naila, what am I going to do with you? I told you if you keep looking at me, I was going to fuck you again, and I always live up to my word.”

Aroused, I wrap my arms around him. “What are you waiting for, sexy?” He lifts me until my legs are wrapped around his and slowly enters me. I moan out in pleasure. He starts to thrust without warning and kisses me deeply and hard. Dante turns and slams me against the wall, his hands on my waist, and continues to plunge inside of me, stirring my insides. “Oh god, Dante!”

He moves deeper with each stroke, grunting and kissing me mercilessly. Dante kisses my neck again, licking like he did last time. His licking turns me on even more, our bodies hot against each other. “Fuck, Naila!”

He starts to go faster, chasing his climax, and it isn’t long until I reach my own, screaming his name. He bites down on my neck again and empties himself inside of me; I can feel his hot semen shooting inside. Dante holds me there until we’ve both came down from our orgasmic high.

He pulls both his teeth and himself out, licking the wound, and puts me down. “Fuck, are you okay? I think I lost control a bit there.” I nodded, still in a trance. He rubs my shoulders and grabs a loofa, then starts to wash my body down.

After we leave the shower, he dries me and wraps me in a robe, then picks me up and places me back on the bed. “You need to rest, don’t move; I’ll go get some food.” I sit confused and satisfied. What the hell was that? What is wrong with me? I shift and wince. Is it weird that I still want more? Am I some insatiable demon? Dante comes up with waffles, bacon, and tea.

We both sit and eat in silence. After the meal, Dante is the one to break the silence. “How are you feeling? Are you in pain anywhere?” I look at him and shake my head. “Dante, I am fine, but why did you bite again? Thought you already marked me.”

He looked over at my neck then at my face. “I marked you last night, but I just wanted to bite you again. I told you I lost control, and my more uh demonic side is why that happened. It was like instinct, I guess.” I swallow hard. “What about my demonic side?”

He reaches over and strokes my cheek gazing into my eyes. “Oh, she is there; that’s why I was able to mark you. I just had to bring her out for a bit. It happens with True Mates.” He continues to stare into my eyes, I see something flicker in his, and then he smiles mischievously. “Come, let’s have a look at your eyes.” He guides me to the dresser with a mirror. “Close your eyes first and just feel me.”

He whispered from behind me, and I do as he says. He starts to grope my breasts, squeezing and flicking my nipples. I can feel myself getting wet, he kisses my neck, and I lean into him, letting out a moan. “Open your eyes.” And I do, my eyes which are typically brown, have become a crimson dark red, almost black.

“Aren’t they beautiful? Your eyes are why I can’t control myself, just one look..” He raises the bottom of my robe, and the next thing I know, Dante thrusts inside. I moan, leaning over and gripping the dresser. He grabs my waist and starts to fuck me hard, fast and deep. I cry out in pleasure; Dante grips my hair and pulls my head up so that I am looking at our reflection in the mirror.

“Don’t close your eyes; keep your eyes on me.” I continue to look at him, at us, as he takes me from behind. He moves his hand and rubs my clit while thrusting hard. It doesn’t take long before I am taken over the edge as I climax hard. Dante is right after me, and he grunts as his orgasm takes him.