*Chiara

Nothing but a wisp of cloth and the hard plate of his codpiece was between Chiara and this demon who should be her greatest enemy. Her words—take me, enjoy me—echoed over and over in her head. The chattering, raucous sounds of the hall faded to oblivion until the only Logan and this stolen moment in the shadows existed.

He could have her. She wanted to give herself to him, utterly and sinfully. She didn't even ask for anything in return, except that he satisfy that aching need deep in her core to be filled by him. To feel him fill her with his pearled seed. She was nothing at that moment but a willing object of his pleasure.

That was how greedy she was to have him.

His arms were on either side of her head, but she wouldn't try to escape in any case. She was his prisoner without reserve. The wetness between her legs rubbed slick on her inner thighs, cooler spots where the air reached them.

She dug nails in his shoulders, and put her lips on the shell of his ear to whisper, "I watched you for months across the room, memorizing every line of your body, every muscle. I have wanted you for so long. Now, fuck me, Logan."

At that, she took his jaw to turn his face to hers and bit down on his lower lip, drawing blood.

He hissed but not in pain and his chest rumbled with an unintelligible response. Wet kisses trailed down her throat until he reached her shoulder, then he bit, pressing his teeth down, mouth wide and sucked at the wet skin there. At the same time, he gripped her hip hard enough to form a bruise.

She leaned into him, into his rough touch and his animalistic show of desire.

"Chiara," he whispered. His fingers found that tender, wet spot between her legs, seeking out her folds and nub in the middle, every caress a blinding shock of pleasure.

Her own fingers fumbled at his armor, seeking out the clasps or buckles to remove it. She scraped her fingers on the metal's edges as she wedged them in the nooks and crannies. His warm skin at his inner hips and thighs met her touch. She tugged the metal.

He grunted. In a quick, practiced movement, he undid the clasps under the stomach guard and pulled the lower half of it free, releasing his cock. He groaned in obvious relief when his erection, proud and growing harder by the second, jumped free.

Only his tattered loincloth covered him. She stroked his length over the cloth, rubbing the tip and the spot of wetness there with her thumb.

"I know you were watching me, too," she said. She wrapped her hand around his erection, shivering at the bulk and iron hardness. This was more than she had imagined, lying in the dark dungeon at night, wishing he was as close as he was now. "I know you have desires. I know you want me."

"You have no fucking clue," he said. "But this is really bad moment."

"I know it is, but I'm tired of waiting. The guards have passed, we are alone." Alone, if she didn't count the hundreds of demons and humans on the other side of the wide column. They were lost in their own desires, though, and no one else came into the shadows, unless it was to sin in secrecy.

"This is what you want?" he asked and all he did was lean forward a bit until the tip of his rigid cock caressed her sex through the scant layers of cloth.

The friction was delicious. Chiara shuddered in response, letting her mouth fall open and eyes close. "Yes, like that, but I need more."

"So greedy."

"You have no fucking clue."

His hands tightened on her hips forcing her to be still while he teased and tempted her, without giving her more. She wanted him inside her. That entire cock should be in her sex already. She hissed in frustration.

"My, my," he whispered. His breath stirred her hair near her ear. She tipped her head to rub her cheek on his rough one, the grit of his unshaven skin spiked her hypersensitive nerves. Every touch tingled and set off tiny, electric shocks of pleasure. He nibbled along her earlobe and up the shell of her ear. A whimper escaped her mouth.

"You want me to take you against this pillar, now?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Remember, I'm a demon, there's not going to be anything sweet or gentle about this, except for how sweet your pussy will be on my cock." He yanked her hair back to emphasize his words.

"If I wanted gentle, I would have been satisfied with my angelic lovers," she replied.

"They didn't sate you?"

"Never."

"Then you truly are innocent in many ways. Look at me."

This was a command she had to obey.

A strange fire lit his eyes, one she had never seen during their time in the dungeon. Black lights danced in his pupils, and his face changed. It wasn't his daemonium coming up, but it was similar, a hint of what lurked beneath his tantalizingly beautiful surface. Then it came to her—the truth of what Lucius said, and then in the pit, when Logan fought the pestilences. He was the Dark Flame.

A quiver rippled through her chest. Fear?

The demon holding her was the Dark Flame.

But so help her soul, she wanted him. If she was afraid, it was because when she looked inside herself at who she was now, she didn't recognize herself or understand the depths of her desire for him.

"Look at me," he repeated, "and tell me truthfully that you want me to fuck you." At that, he rubbed her swollen sex harder with his cock, the cloth rough on her wet folds, but shattering every ounce of her self-control. The sensation of him, the scent of his body—a mix of fresh sweat, dangerous masculinity, and sandalwood-musk of his sex, and his nearness pushed her over the edge. "Do you want me?"

He was the reason she was still alive, but more than that, he was the reason she wanted to live. She'd tasted sin with him from their kisses, his touch on her sex, and it was not enough. Never before had her heart crashed against her ribs this way, her every nerve buzzed with dizzying energy, or her desire to experience more, have more, do more, ever been so overwhelming.

She wanted to live—to live deliciously—and Logan was the answer.

Did she want him?

"Yes." After all this time with him, there was no other answer she could give.

"I will drink you first, until you scream my name," he said. With a rough shove, he pressed her against the column and dropped to his knees. She balanced one leg on his shoulder as he moved forward to lick up the slit of her sex, lighting her core and chest on fire.

A new shock of pleasure—different than when he touched her with his fingers—rocked through her. The wet, soft pressure of his tongue on her pulled her under like warm water, but the prickle of his cheeks sparked electric tingles. She bit back a shout of surprise from the dual sensations.

"You taste better than the finest whiskey I've ever stolen," he muttered before burying his face again in her sex. His tongue swirled around her nub and explored her folds. Like his fingers before, he teased her core with tantalizing lashes of his hot tongue, but never quite satisfied her need for him to fill her.

She bucked her hips in rhythm to his caresses, riding his face. He had to hold onto her hips. She fisted his hair, already shaking with pent up need to scream.

The distant drum of voices, low music, and sounds of gaming faded further in her mind as she fell deeper and deeper in the spell of pleasure. Ripples fluttered upwards from her core as a climax coiled, ready to break loose. There was only Logan, lavishing her sex, and the driving need for release.

A memory crept up on her, too fast for her to block it from her mind. Daviid stood in the arena, dust swirling at his feet, sword bright in the light of the sun. "The Dark Flame has killed hundreds of our kind. Do not face him alone in battle."

Logan, her Logan, the voice in the darkness, the warrior who fought and saved her, was the Dark Flame, killer of angels and she gave herself to him.

Every wing tingled, her scalp and skin were electrified, nipples so tight, they ached and the velvet rasp of Logan's tongue on her sex tipped her over the edge. With that, exquisite pleasure flooded her body, flowing upwards from her core where he ravished her with sin, and she surrendered to him. Waves of bliss uncurled their power, pulling her into them and her wings unfurled with a pop.

His grip on her hips held her in place, but her wings were opened as far as they could, and the unbearable pleasure of her orgasm had her wanting to climb the column. Just as she began to breathe again and draw her wings in, he nuzzled deeper into her sex and took her nub between his lips and sucked on it, hard.

Stars exploded in her eyes. She convulsed, sending her wings splaying outwards. One handed, he held her hip, and connected to the ground, and his other hand slipped between her legs.

"Logan," she hissed, trying not to shout. "Logan, I'm—"

Without warning, he plunged two fingers, or more, into her sex. The slippery friction sent her spiraling again upwards, or plummeting down, falling deeper and deeper into sinful pleasure, and she never wanted to return.

While his fingers continued to plunder her, he moved up to better hold her down. A hand clapped over her mouth as she cried out, unintelligible and unable to control what she was saying. A thumb slipped in her mouth and she bit down in desperation.

She panted, heaving for air, and realized she was still biting his thumb. The hand between her legs slipped free and he brought those fingers to his mouth to lick them clean, an expression of pure relish on his face.

"You taste of honey and the sea," he whispered. "And are soaking wet for me."

She nodded, unable to respond in any other way.

"Let me be clear, you are not a virgin, technically," he said.

"I've been with angels—a male and several females," she breathed.

"Then, you might as well be a virgin." His voice rumbled like far-off thunder, a threat of the storm to come.

Accordingly, the fine hairs at the back of her neck lifted to attention at the warning.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Chiara, and I'm going to enjoy it, I'm going to fill you with my seed and keep fucking you until you scream my name, and then I'll keep fucking you. Understand? You are giving me your body. That is what it means to be with a demon."

*** Chiara might be making a mistake here... Hit the star and thank you for reading!!! ***