Page 81 of All Your Deadly Truths (The Filthy Duet #2)

Kairhyse

I t’s hard not to think about it, though it’s not like I’m suicidal. I’ve wondered what death would be like for years, but not much in the last hundred or so. Before Xeraphine, I was content with my life. Now, I’m fucking happy—or will be, once things are safe for my girl.

Still, the weight of knowing I could be her freedom from Tali has been eating at me for the past two days. Xera and I have mostly been sitting in this hotel room, wrapped in silence. This is the longest we’ve gone without touching when we’re alone together.

I know her love language is physical touch—whether it’s from sex or just having her hands on me. For her not to seek that out is a clear sign she’s losing herself.

Tomorrow, we’re meeting up with the group to finalize our plan, and as dangerous as it is, she’s ready—no, we are ready. Xera and I haven’t had the chance to fight alongside each other yet, and I’m eager to help her get the revenge she deserves.

This room has an artificial fireplace, but she sits in front of it as if the flames will warm her.

The blanket from the bed is wrapped around her shoulders, and her knees are drawn up to her chest. She refused to eat dinner, and I’m not going to force her.

Doing so will only end in a fight—no, not a fight, not even an argument.

We don’t do that. As much as we go at each other’s throats, I wouldn’t classify it as such.

That’s just who we are: two hard-headed individuals.

One of us is definitely more so than the other, but I’m not here to point my fingers anywhere other than inside her.

I’d just showered, only putting on my boxers. Without hesitation, I move toward her, pulling the blanket from over her and settling behind her, wrapping it around both of us. I pull her naked form up against my chest and she releases a heavy sigh, like she’d been screaming for this the entire time.

Her long, black hair is caught between us, and I want nothing more than to feel her skin on mine. So, I drag it over her shoulder and tug her bare back to my front, wrapping my arms around her collarbones.

We sit for a moment in silence, my chin resting against her shoulder, her head leaning into mine.

It’s my little demon who breaks the silence first.

“What kind of ring would you buy me?”

I hum. “Black diamond.” Bringing my hand down her arm, I take hers, lifting it up and turning her knuckles to face me. “Hexagon shape, maybe a silver band. Simple, because you’re complex enough.”

A soft laugh escapes her as she spreads her fingers, allowing me to slip mine between them. She doesn’t simply hold my hand; instead, she keeps shifting her grip, exploring the way we connect from different angles.

“And it’s a will get you, little demon.”

There’s no part of me that doubts the outcome will be anything but the two of us together. I haven’t had enough time with her, and I refuse to settle for anything less.

“It sounds beautiful.”

“Just like you, my love.” I wrap my arm tighter around her, and brush my nose against her neck. “Beach wedding, with our princess and Mister.”

“Brice can come,” she murmurs. “Niyla too.”

“Mhmm. Whatever you want.”

“In a few years…” I can hear the point of no return in her tone. “Let’s make sure we don’t want to kill each other after a… few months…”

Snaking my hand up her chest right to her cheek, I turn her head to face me. She brings her free hand that isn’t laced with mine to the back of my neck and pulls me down, our mouths meeting before I can say anything.

This kiss isn’t rushed or ravenous. It’s passionate, full of need for comfort and protection. It’s all she’s ever wanted, and I know she deserves the safety and love that was stripped from her.

The pull on my lifeforce is sudden—different this time. It’s like a part of me, my very soul, is reaching out to enfold her Amoro in an embrace. It’s begging to be kept safe, pleading not to be pulled back into the abyss of abuse and pain.

All I want is to save her, to protect what is mine from being taken.

“Xera,” I breathe against her lips.

A cracked sob escapes her as she spins around in my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her fingers lace through my hair as she continues to kiss me—slow and deliberate, as if savoring every second. As if she’s trying to map my feel, my taste; like this could be the last time she has me.

Our hips meet and she tosses back the blanket, one of my hands drawing up her spine and grabbing the back of her neck. Her legs move around me and I slowly put her onto her back, sandwiching her to the floor.

Even though she turns her head to deepen the kiss, there’s no invasion of her tongue, and I can sense what she is asking without words.

This isn’t our type of love. We aren’t gentle, we’re chaotic. If our world was defined by heroes and villains, we would be the latter. No statue would be erected in our deaths, only celebration. That is our touch on this world: death, fear, and destruction.

However, right here, she wants me to be soft with her. To take her back to the time she wasn’t a demon that could regrow her very own heart.

I’d give her everything without question, as long as it is only me that she’ll allow it from.

I’m hers, and she is mine.

Mine to feed.

Mine to fuck.

Mine to have for our eternity, whether that be on this Gods forsaken planet, or in the Beyond.

Rolling my hips against hers, she lifts to grind against my cock that’s constricted behind my boxers. “Kai…” she whimpers into my mouth. “Feed from me.”

I smile. “As you wish, my love.”

I caress down her jaw, and the moment I feel the pulse in her neck against my lips, I sink my fangs into her.

The instant rush of her blood makes me groan, and she jerks before relaxing, surrendering to the pull of me drawing from her.

Her heavy breathing shifts to soft pants as I continue, slowly feeding from her.

My hand curves along her waist, right to her breast where I take it into my palm. Her nipple is hard already, even before I start massaging it between my thumb and index finger.

Pulling my fangs from her flesh, I suck hard enough that her back lifts from the ground. She drops one of her legs, but keeps the other held tight around my hip. My cock presses against her slit, and I can feel her seeping through my boxers.

“K-Keep feeding…” she pants.

I move down to just above her breast, the one I’m not giving attention to, and bite deep.

The taste of her hitting the back of my throat as I pull her once again into me, makes me heady.

I’ve always been ravenous when it comes to her blood; it’s as addicting as her pussy is, but I’ve been cautious.

I know she’ll heal, but I don’t want to associate my feeding as something that will hurt her.

As her Amoro is gentle when taking from me, I’m equally careful with her.

Her fingers lace into my hair, holding me down, and I take from her as she wants.

Moving my hand down between her thighs, I draw two fingers between her soaked slit. Her pants turn to moans, and she slowly grinds against me, the tips pushing ever so slightly into her tight cunt.

“Please… don’t stop.” I never do, but I don’t think she’s talking about my attention to her dripping pussy.

Hmm .

I release my hold on her breast, and lean up over her. Her bright silvern eyes are at half-mast as she stares up at me. “What is it, little demon?”

I can see her chest rising and falling from my peripherals. My fingers move from between her thighs and slowly down her leg.

Her lips roll together, and she swallows. “You mentioned you healed quickly after the incident that separated us, the car crash.”

Nodding, I begin kissing down to her chest, then to her belly button. “I…” I roll my tongue across her navel before sucking just above her hip bone. Her heavy breathing melts into her words. “I want you full of me before we face them.”

I pierce her skin right above her groin, but allow the blood to spill across her hip, where I then follow the trail with my tongue.

“You have to survive…” she continues.

“I’ll get drunk off you, baby,” I croon.

I haven’t let myself reach that state from feeding in so long, but I will if that’s what she desires.

“Will you do the same for me?” I know it doesn’t work the same for her but being full of energy going into tomorrow will be everything we both need.

“Take as much from me as you can, and let’s drown in each other. ”

Slipping all the way down between her legs, I spread her wide and wrap my lips around her thigh, the pop of my fangs into her is loud against her muscles. She tenses before groaning out a “Yes—fuck…”

Only after I’ve swallowed, I pull back without cleaning my mess. I want this place to flood in her blood by the time I’m done with her, and I’ll soak in her until we are both passed out.

Lifting her leg, I let her blood flow down her thigh, tilting her enough that when I drop my tongue to her clit, I don’t need to wait but a few seconds for her crimson to meet the taste of her arousal.

Her hips buck forward, and I groan in symphony with her moans.

My tongue flattens against her throbbing bud, loving the way it twitches under me.

I’ll never tire of her taste; it’s something I know I’ll feast on for as long as I live. The way she squirms from my pleasure, it brings me back to when she asked me to “hurry up” and “let’s get this over with” .

Pfft . I love that I’ve made her eat those words over and over again.

One hand grabs her thigh and squeezes, blood pouring down more while I bring my other up to her throat and hold her steady. She screams out in pleasure as I suck her bud between my lips, her hips rolling to grind against my face.

When I hear that soft sound and her body begin to tense, I slide my hand down and thrust three fingers into her pussy. She clenches as she tumbles through her orgasm.

She slaps the ground and screams, “Oh my Gods!” Her whimpers come out dreamy as I lick across her soaked slit to her thigh and suck on the holes my fangs left.

I sit back onto my knees and pull down my boxers, working them off and tossing them to the side. Grabbing her thighs, I bring her ass to settle on my legs.

“Does my girl want me to make love to her instead of ravaging her like the demon she is?”

Her face flushes with color, body smeared with blood, and looking all of the perfect woman I’ve fallen in love with.

Both nipples are hard, all her hair is sprawled across the floor and she’s chewing on her bottom lip.

This is a picture I want painted, right over our bed so I can praise her like the deity she is meant to be.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly.

I place my cock onto her groin and abdomen, and grin down at her. “I do love giving you what you want, my love.”