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I felt my throat tightening as his words struck a chord inside me. Feelings that I kept firmly shut under lock and key, but Deimos crushed the chest to pieces and let the myriad of emotions run wild. He was right about what I'd been feeling. I'd been so fucking alone for so long. Not only in my marriage, but in life in general. Being married to Bal only enhanced it because he should've been the reason why I never needed to feel alone again. Instead, he made it worse. I hated life, my entire life. No family wanted me. No one felt I was worth adopting. No relationship ever worked out for me. And my marriage was a cage that further locked me away from civilization.
But here in Hell, I met four men who made me feel like I could connect with people. Not just Helios and his legion. There was also Solara and Deimos. I had friends. I had connections. I had potential lovers. What more could a girl ask for?
I hadn't realized I was crying until I felt Deimos wiping a trail off my face with his thumb. This man, this demon lord, though he may be rough and possessive, knew more about me in two weeks than Bal knew me our entire relationship.
"You'll never have to be alone again, Antonia," Deimos muttered softly.
Was this how Marisol felt about him all those years ago? Was this the love she shared with him? And now Deimos was offering it to me. He was there for me when nobody else was. He showed me pleasure that I never felt before.
And I wanted more.
"No, I won't be," I agreed before grabbing his face in my hands, then lifted myself up on my tip toes and sealed my lips onto his.
In response, Deimos kissed me back. His arms wrapping themselves around me, one on my waist and his free hand went to the back of my neck, holding me in place. He let out a throaty growl as his long, forked tongue pushed his way into my mouth, licking every crevice he could reach. I moaned into the kiss, pressing myself against his rock-hard body, feeling that abnormally large cock filling up and twitching against my belly.
Deimos pulled back, his hand going around to the front of my neck and locking me in a chokehold; not tight enough that I couldn't breathe, but enough to add pressure. He leaned forward as he dipped me like we were in the middle of a dance. His shadows rose from the ground and wrapped their chilled tendrils around my waist, arms, and legs to hold me up.
"Mine," he snarled through gritted teeth that sent a jolt of pleasure down my spine.
"Yours," I whimpered, surprised that I could say that and mean it.
The shadowy appendages wrapped themselves tighter around me, then proceeded to lift me off the ground under Deimos' control. I went higher and higher, the threads that held my legs forced them to spread wide, leaving my pussy within eye-level of Deimos' face. The black lace panties I wore were already wet with the need to be filled, finally.
Deimos moved the front of my dress to the side, bringing his head closer to my center and inhaled deeply.
"I can smell how aroused I make you, my dear little witch," his voice rumbled down an octave.
He called on another shadow thread to slide into my panties, slicing through the thin material like a sharpened blade. What was left of the sexy underwear fell to the ground in multiple pieces, leaving my folds exposed and clenching with the desire to be filled.
Deimos purred in delight as his tongue slithered like a sultry serpent, licking up the juices that were pooling between my folds until it brushed against my clit, sending tingles that had my body convulsing.
"F-Fuck," I groaned, my eyes hooded with lust while Deimos smirked up at me.
"Mmmm, you're so sensitive down here. This may not last long at this rate. Good thing I don't plan on stopping after one time."
Fuck, this demon was going to kill me, but what a way to go.
Deimos' tongue lapped up my folds before shoving his way inside, which had me crying out in pleasure. It pushed its way through my walls licking and tasting me as he moved further inside, going deeper than any tongue should. My body started breaking out into sweat while I hung there panting and squirming while his tongue explored me from the inside out.
While his tongue continued devouring me like a rich delicacy, his thumb pressed and rubbed against my clit, moving in slow circles before pinching and tugging on it with two fingers. My voice cracked as I wriggled in my dark shackles, feeling myself on the brink of combusting. I tried to hold it back for a little bit longer, but I couldn't help it. With a warning that only came out sounding like a dying shriek, my throat tightened as I came in waves.
Deimos barely moved as he drank what spilled out of me, making sure not to waste a single drop. The ride of pleasure kept going and going, and just when I thought I'd never stop, my stomach tightened as I emptied myself down his throat.
Deimos took two steps back, licking his lips proudly. His cock, which seemed to double in size, stood tall and proud like a lust induced soldier ready for action.
For fuck's sake, how in the hell was that thing supposed to fit inside me without splitting me in half?
"You taste divine," Deimos purred in delight. "Like Amaretto and honey. I'm looking forward to hearing the sounds you make when my cock is buried deep inside you."
Well, I guess I was going to find out. At least if it killed me, I would be dying a very happy woman.
Chapter18
Antonia
Iwoke up the following morning feeling deliciously sore in all the right places and with a new perspective in life. I may not have been ready for Deimos to officially claim me as his mate yet, but I wasn't against the idea. Same with me not being against the idea of discovering where my relationship with Helios and his legion could go. Getting out of bed, I took a quick bath to clean myself off then rummaged through my closet to pick out what I should wear for today.
I decided on a black crop top and long skirt set that had metallic silver trimmings and intricate patterns along the edges. The skirt, of course, had an open slit along the left side for easier mobility, and to show a little leg. I paired it with black ankle boots with silver chains draped over the front, and a matching thigh chain that extended from my upper thigh down to an inch above the knee.
