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Electricity runs between my nipples, but I want more. My needs are insatiable, but that is the monster he wanted to release, so it is the monster he is going to get.
“Verrin, I need you to lick my pussy,” I groan, digging my nails into his skull. “You’re killing me here.”
He chuckled darkly, then popped a nipple out of his mouth. Our eyes meet as he moves his hand from outside my pants, watching me as he torments me with the laborious movement of his fingers from my belly to slide inside my panties.
“Oh, you mean like this?” he whispered.
The tip of Verrin’s middle and index finger come to the crest of my pussy, barely touching the tip of my bustling nerve center. When he presses down and rubs in furious circles, a white, scorching light erupts in front of my eyes.
“FUCK! VERRIN!”
Pleasure surges through my body like a flavorful rain, and I find myself whimpering, begging him for more, to not stop until I touch the ether with a divine transcendence.
I know what is moving through me isn’t just the wash of dopamine blasting through my brain stem. It is also the willingness to let go of the past and the agony of regret.
And I think Verrin knows it too.
TWELVE
VERRIN
I gaze at Jenna’s face illuminated in the moonlight and think of my powerful connection with her during sex. I remember telling Yeelus in court that I could never fornicate with a member of a different species. I stare at her red locks tangled on the pillow beneath her.
I think of her breasts bouncing up and down as she rode me, the way she moaned in my ear. I remember the last time I had sex with another being. It was disappointing and lackluster. Afterward, I kicked her out of my chambers. I wanted nothing more to do with her.
I feel my arm falling asleep as she lays on top of it, but I have no desire to pull it back. I run my fingers through her hair, and she stirs softly. I smile and wish to wake her, take more of her attention, and bathe in her gaze, but her sleep is more important.
I shock myself into reality and stare at the ceiling. I’m more concerned with her needs and fundamental human rights than my desires. This isn’t a feeling I’m familiar with or comfortable with. She moans slightly in her sleep and smacks her lips. I feel a heaviness overtake my chest.
This is a problem. My wicked ways are beginning to merge with a new source of power and intrigue. My days in court have been spent forming fights and burning relationships to the ground.
Chaos and mayhem are my partners, the only things I know for sure. Where there is discord, eventually, it will escalate. It has been the only constant in my life for the past few years.
I think of my powers in their most extraordinary form. I am beginning to think they are for naught. They are luxuries that can be cast aside. No form of power or control of chaos can compare to the feelings she spurs in my heart.
I intertwine my legs with hers, and a slight smile crosses her face. I decide that for right now, for one night, I can abandon my demonic duties and be present in this moment. I have wanted nothing more than to distract myself from constant emptiness for ages. With her, I feel fulfilled.
I build walls around my heart and think of the wizard and the demonic court to which I must return. She must know that I don’t belong in this human world. Soon, this will be over. A sense of relief fills me at the thought, along with guilt.
I closed my eyes and quieted the war in my mind and heart. My magic and energy are already depleted enough. I needed sleep to regain my strength.
As I enter a deep slumber, I see purple and white orbs flow through my vision. I find myself in a dream of the demonic court. I am sitting next to Yeelus as I was the other night, watching him complain about the food.
I scan the room and see Jenna conversing with the nobles, and I smile and lock eyes with her. She beckons for me to join her, and I walk over, sliding my hand around her waist and kissing her on the forehead as she brims with excitement.
“Verrin, what a wonderful mate you’ve selected,” the noblewoman chimes. I look down at Jenna and smile.
“I’m fortunate,” I respond. Jenna playfully slaps my chest.
“He’s being modest,” Jenna said lovingly.
We bid our goodbyes to the royals and dance in the ballroom, all eyes on us. We have become the most respected couple in the demonic court. While I thought the power and influence would spur joy in me, nothing lights me on fire more than her touch.
Birds chirp, and the sunlight streams through the windows as I open my eyes. I reached my arm out to wrap around Jenna, but I met with a pillow instead. I shoot up in bed and look around, scanning the room for her.
Worst-case scenarios swirl in my mind. Did she realize sleeping with a demon was a terrible idea? Did someone kidnap her in the middle of the night, possibly one of the demons I have wronged in the court?
“Jenna?” I call out, my heart racing with panic.
