I stared at him, stunned, until I began to slowly shake my head. “No. No way. I’m not offering you my soul.”
He shrugged again. “Good luck then. Now…” He leaned over me, those damned tempting full lips curled into a saucy smirk. “How long are you going to ignore that little problem of yours?”
I frowned, self-consciously squeezing my legs together. “What problem?”
His smirk widened. “You are dripping at the sight of me.”
Blood flooded my cheeks, and heat flooded between my legs. I sputtered, looking away — but I couldn’t deny him. I couldn’t lie.
“Fuck you,” I muttered.
“You’re welcome to.”
“Why don’t you just do it?” I blurted out, throwing up my hands. “You keep threatening and teasing and…and…looming over me.” I glared up at him, my fists clenching when I found him laughing.
“Just do it?” He chuckled. “Just bend you over and ravage you here and now? Just do it, so you don’t have to give in? No, no, no.” He clasped his hands behind his back. “That would be too easy. I want to see you squirm, I want to see you beg. If you’re going to be damned, you need to go willingly.”
The tension inside me was going to explode. My clit felt swollen, my panties were damp. The sight of him shirtless and bloodied, having just unleashed his true hellish self to save my life, was unreasonably arousing.
“Please, just —”
“Aw, please.” He pouted, mocking me again. “Please? Please, what? Use that pretty mouth of yours, come on. Speak.”
I clenched my teeth, a petulant whimper squeaking out. I was damned, just as he’d said.
“Do you want to set up your camera first?” he said. “This would make for great clickbait, wouldn’t it? Fucked By A Demon In A Cemetery?” He chuckled to himself. “I’d watch that.”
“You’re an asshole,” I whispered.
“You are what you eat.”
“Fucking hell,” I gasped, my hands clinging for the headstone behind me as if that would somehow keep me grounded. I hadn’t felt this unbearably, irrationally horny since I’d taken Ecstasy at my eighteenth birthday party. I lowered my voice, as if the dead themselves could hear me and clutch their pearls at what I was going to do. “Fuck me. Please.”
He shook his head and brought his face down closer, motioning to his ear. “Can’t hear you. A little louder please. Fuck you where?”
“Goddamn it, Leon —”
“I just ripped a living thing to shreds, doll. I’m in a very sadistic mood and will gladly let you stand there and stumble through humiliating yourself all night. Or, you can just say what you really want, and I’ll bend you over this headstone, eat your little cunt until you drip down your thighs, and fuck you until you forget your own name. What’ll it be?”
I gulped. I’d never been very religious, but it only felt right to cross myself before I dared to say, “Bend me over and…and fuck me…fuck my cunt…please —”
He grasped at my sweater and tore it, sending the buttons flying into the grass. He gripped my waist, claws digging into my skin as my mouth opened for him and his forked tongue caressed over mine. His taste was the sweetest poison, tingling in my mouth as I groaned into him with abandon. My noise only encouraged him, the feral growl he gave in response deepening as he wrapped a clawed hand around my throat and squeezed — squeezed until I whimpered and it came out as little more than a pitiful squeak.
He grinned at me, all wicked teeth and a wolf’s hunger. “Aw, sweet little mortal. So fucking breakable.” He squeezed tighter, gripping the sides of my throat until my head swam and euphoria washed over me, and his claws dug into my skin with the sweetest sting. It was the kind of pain that gave me goosebumps, that had me shivering for more. He nipped at my pouting lower lip, chuckling as he hovered close and whispered into my mouth, “Say please if you want to breathe.”
“Please…please —”
He released my throat, only to lift me and sit my butt on the headstone. He pushed my legs apart with his hips, the stone cold through my skirt. He breathed against the hollow between my collar bones, and trailed his tongue along them until he reached my neck and bit. His fingers tangled in my hair so he could pull my head back and bite me again, lingering where my veins pulsed so dangerously close to the surface. He was going to leave marks all over me.
I’d given into my lust for a demon — I wanted his body so badly it terrified me. My hands clawed up his back, digging in eagerly between his shoulder blades as he snarled in enthusiasm. He released my hair and dropped to his knees, his hands moving to possessively grip my hips.