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“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, his voice a low growl as he continues his maddening pace. The pleasure is building, a crescendo of desire that threatens to consume me. I nod, my voice lost in the sea of pleasure he’s drowning me in.
“Good,” he says, his grin devilish as he leans in to whisper in my ear. “Because I’m not done with you yet, Elara.”
With that, he quickens his pace, his hand tightening on my neck as he drives me towards another peak. With the other hand, he grips one leg, opening me even more for him.
The pleasure is overwhelming, a tidal wave that threatens to pull me under. But I’m ready for it, ready for him, ready to be consumed by the fiery depths of pleasure he’s offering.
“Faster,” I beg, the need for him consuming me. With a growl, he complies, his pace increasing until all I can focus on is the feel of him inside me, my ass vibrating against the reading altar, the tomes and scrolls around us toppling in the crescendo of our fucking.
He’s relentless, taking me higher and higher until I’m on the edge. When he leans in, taking a nipple into his mouth, my control shatters. His name falls from my lips in a breathless chant, and with one final, deep thrust, he sends me spiraling over the edge once again, my body convulsing around him. I don’t expect it, but he follows me over the edge, his own release roaring through him. Pumping into me, buckets and buckets to the point I can feel it all over my thighs, drops dripping from the reading altar onto the floor beneath us.
As we come down from our high, Bax slowly releases me, his claw loosening from my neck as he braces on both arms, closing me in on the altar. We stay like that for a while, the only sounds in the room, our ragged breathing.
And then, he’s suddenly gone.
Startled by his sudden disappearance, I push myself up on shaky arms, glancing around the room. Only darkness greets me, the sconces on the wall hardly providing any light. But then, a moment later, he’s back, a soft cloth in one hand.
My eyebrows rise. “Where did you…”
Only a small smile graces his lips.
Without a word, he begins cleaning me up, his touch gentle and considerate. The cloth is warm, soothing on my oversensitive skin, and I can’t help but stare at him as he wipes me clean. He takes his time, making sure every inch of me is catered for before he’s finished.
Next, he sets the cloth aside and those smoldering eyes lock with mine.
“Are you okay, Elara?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. I nod, unable to find the words to reply.
What just happened between us…
I know I should be furious. That I should push him away, but all I can think about is the taste of him, the feel of him inside me.
I know this changes everything. But right now, at this moment, I don’t care.
But even as we lock eyes, I know that later, when we have time to think, we’ll make excuses. He’ll tell himself it was a move to assert dominance, to remind me who’s really in charge. And I’ll say it was a momentary lapse in judgment. People make mistakes, and I’m only human after all.
But deep down, we both know it was more than that. We both know that something shifted between us, something fundamental and irrevocable. This isn’t just about work anymore. This is personal.
And I have a feeling things are about to get a whole lot more complicated.
ChapterTen
Elara
In the charged days since our forbidden encounter, I’ve scarcely glimpsed Bax at all. He materializes in his office, then vanishes just as swiftly, without so much as a glance in my direction.
At first, I told myself he was simply busy. The massive influx of new souls from a cult sacrifice Aboveworld has overwhelmed the entire department. But as the days pass in awkward silence, doubt creeps in.
Does he regret what transpired between us? Was it merely a heat-of-the-moment mistake? After our little tryst, Bax had conjured me fresh clothes and stood watching me with those scalding eyes until I got dressed. The silence between us as we left that ancient library had been deafening. I thought, for one blazing instant, that our clash of wills had given way to a deeper understanding. But perhaps I read more into his actions than was there.
Sitting at my cubicle in view of Bax’s shut door, I strain for any glimpse of those elegant horns, any echo of his rich voice bellowing orders. How can two people share such an earth-shattering moment, then continue on as if it never happened?
But I’m no fool. Bax is not merely a ‘person’. He’s a demon. A being of fire and brimstone. And demons, as everyone knows, operate on a different plane of existence, driven by primal desires and the pursuit of power. The concept of regret, of remorse, is as alien to them as the idea of love or compassion.
I’m such a fool for even letting it bother me. For Bax, our encounter was perhaps nothing more than a momentary diversion, a dalliance to break the monotony of his eternal existence. In the grand scheme of his existence, our moment together was but a blink of an eye. A fleeting moment of passion in an eternity of scheming, power plays, and damning souls.
I know all this…so why does some part deep inside still hurt?
People have one-night misadventures all the time. That’s just what happened. Time to move on.
