Page 96 of Soul Redeemed

The voice didn’t sound like Calix, at all. Much more gruff and beastly, and if not for the fact that she had anticipated his change, Ava would’ve surely run for her life.

Instead, she did as he commanded. She even went so far as to spread her legs for him, offering a view of her impossibly wet sex. After all, even if he didn’t sound like Calix, or behave like him, he still looked like the man she loved.

At least for a few minutes more, anyway.

A frightening madness claimed his expression, as he stood softly chanting in demonic, and when he fell to his knees, diving headfirst between her thighs like a starving man at a buffet, Ava kicked her head back and gasped. His lips found her folds, tongue dipping into her drenched entrance, and he chuffed a grunt.

Ava squirmed beneath him, his aggression reminding her of some kind of animal, the way he fed on her, ate her like a platter of pussy au jus, and she cried out when he sucked at her clit. She bucked her hips that he held down, keeping her from moving, and the moan that passed his lips sounded like something straight out of a zombie flick during a feast of human flesh.

There was no pain, though.

It was the most horrifically amazing and terrifying moment of her life.

Ava stared down her body at Calix’s head bobbing between her thighs, and the stiffening of her muscles told her orgasm was close.

Calix pushed against her shins, bending her knees and opening her to him, before his tongue buried so deep inside of her, she cried out a second time.

Mercifully, he stopped, but when he lifted his head and he crawled over her body, Ava shot up on her elbows, instinctively backing away.

His skin had changed to a deep red, his lips darkened to almost black. As he inched closer, his muscles trembled beneath the weight of him, flexing with his transformation. He snarled, baring enormous fangs, and his eyes morphed from a calm sea of blue to deep pools of angry red.

“Calix?” she whimpered, as he held himself over her, looking every bit a beast in his demonic form.

“Relax, tazschla.” His gruff voice did nothing to set her at ease, but Ava told herself that somewhere beneath his frightening mask was Calix. Her Calix.

Paralyzed by terror, she lay still, and while he lowered his face to the side of her, disappearing from view, Ava closed her eyes, waiting for what would come next.

A stab of pain at her neck arched her back, but the agony was quickly smothered beneath a cool wash of warmth that felt like too much Elysia in her system at once. It forced an involuntary giggle that made her want to cry, as intense pleasure rushed through her veins, tickling her bones. The warmth softened her muscles, and when the first pang of desire struck her core, Ava opened her eyes on a forced exhale, as tiny zaps of electricity moved beneath her skin, innervating her nerves.

Her body came alive, craving his touch like never before. The seconds that passed were pure agony as she waited for him, needing him.

“Calix, please. T’ch’me.” She frowned at the drunken dizziness that claimed her voice, as if her whole body had been anesthetized by whatever he’d done to her.

At a sharp tug of her neck, Ava let out a quiet moan as the wooziness intensified, every muscle in her body shaking and weak. Just like an animal that’d been stunned for the kill, she lay unable to move, until his teeth dislodged from her throat.

Stirring her hips did nothing to lessen the ache in her core, the need to be filled and sated.

Like an answered prayer, Calix positioned his tip at her entrance, gliding his cock up and down her slit.

“Please, Calix. Please fuck me.” He pushed into her, and Ava gripped his nape, squeezing him as she stretched around his impossibly large dick. “Gods!”

Slow and gentle, he rocked in to her, keeping an even tempo, until, at last, he thrust to the hilt.

“Does it hurt, tazschla?” His voice caressed her ear, brought a smile to her face as his demon spoke with such reverence.

She shook her head, wrapping her legs around his back, wanting every part of her against his skin.

Permission granted, he upped the pace, pistoning into her body while she clung to him, only vaguely aware of anything outside of their merged bodies. A delicious scent struck her senses—dark and heady and brimming with promise.

She felt exquisitely beautiful and vulnerable at the same time. As if he’d numbed all of her inhibitions, all of her worries, and allowed her to expose her true self to him, just as he’d exposed his beast to her.

A moment of honesty and verity, trust and respect.

He was raw and beautiful, in search of his release. Her fingertips skimmed over cords of tight muscles, and skin so hot, he could’ve burst into flames. Every thrust inside of her eased the ache, and his masculine sounds of approval brought a smile to her face.

The tremor in her arms and legs intensified, as she struggled to keep it together, to hold out a bit longer. She moaned a staccato sound, and Calix’s growl against her ear told her he was close, too.

Faster, faster. She climbed toward climax.