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I slid a finger to her ass, circling her tight hole, slick with her arousal. Her eyes snapped to mine, wide, a flash of shock that made my demon grin.
“Elias,” she breathed, but there was no fear, only hunger, and I pushed in, slow, deliberate, my finger stretching her as my cock filled her pussy. She moaned, loud and raw, her body shaking, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Too much?” I asked, my voice low, taunting, my finger moving in sync with my thrusts.
“Never,” she snarled, her hips rocking harder, taking me deeper, her defiance a fire that burned us both. I added a second finger, stretching her further, and she screamed, her body convulsing, her orgasm hitting like a tidal wave.
Her pussy clenched around me, her ass tightening around my fingers, and I fucked her through it, relentless, my own release building, hot and unstoppable.
“Say it,” I growled, my voice breaking, my hips slamming into her, my fingers driving her past the edge. “Say you’re mine.”
“Elias,” she gasped, her voice a sob, her body trembling, her eyes locked on mine. “I’m yours.”
The words broke me. I roared, my release tearing through me, filling her, marking her inside and out. I thrust once, twice, riding the wave, my hands gripping her hips, bruising her skin.
She collapsed against me, panting, her forehead against mine, her breath warm and ragged.
We stayed there, tangled, slick with sweat and sex, the room silent except for our breathing. Her body was soft now, pliant, but her eyes were still fire, still Vivi, even after I’d shocked her, pushed her further than she’d expected. I liked that—liked how she’d met me at every step, taken everything I gave her and demanded more.
“You’re a fucking menace,” I said, voice hoarse, my hands sliding up her back, tracing the marks I’d left.
She laughed, low and warm, her lips brushing mine. “You love it, Cipher.”
I didn’t answer, didn’t need to.
She was right.
I’d killed for her, chased her, fucked her like the world was ending, and I’d do it again.
I pulled her closer, my lips finding her throat, tasting the salt of her skin. The demon was quiet, sated for now, but it wasn’t gone. It would never be gone, not with her in my life, burning through every wall I’d built.
I rolled us, pinning her beneath me, my body still hungry, my cock already stirring.
“We’re not done,” I said, my voice low, my hands spreading her thighs again. “Not even close.”
Her grin was pure trouble, her eyes gleaming. “Good. I’d hate to think you were getting soft.” She gave my cock a tug to prove it.
I kissed her, hard and deep, and the demon roared, ready to claim her again. Dominion Hall’s shadows loomed outside, the hacker’s ghosts a distant echo, but none of it mattered. Vivi was mine, and I’d burn the world to keep her. The fire was hers, the demon was mine, and together, we were unstoppable.
13
VIVIENNE
Elias’s body pinned me to the black sheets, his weight a delicious cage, his cock already stirring inside me, hungry for more.
So was I.
I’d always had an insatiable appetite—craving the kind of sex that left bruises and bite marks, the kind that came with consequences.
It wasn’t just about pleasure for me. It was about power. About release. About chasing the edge of something that felt like losing control without actually falling.
I wore out lovers the way most people wore out shoes. They always started intrigued—thrilled, even—but none of them lasted. They got overwhelmed. Or bored. Or scared. Sometimes all three.
But Elias? He wasn’t breaking. He wasn’t backing down.
He fucked like a man with demons, with purpose, with precision. Every thrust, every grip, every brutal kiss was him matching me stroke for stroke. Push for push. He didn’t just take the fire—I felt him feed it. Shape it. Use it.
And that made me wonder if this wasn’t just a challenge.