Lena, The Midnight Widow
“Are you hiding a demonic pet down there or are you just happy to see me?” I breathed.
The body beneath me was cooling, helping to relieve the flames that were growing within me with every caress from Belraxas. When his claws caught in the fabric of my clothes, he growled and tore through them, his mouth traveling along my collarbone without dislodging my grip around his throat.
“I envy the males you torture, Lena. Why do you not give me the same pleasure?” he moaned as if in pain, one hand reaching into the expanded rib cage to the right of me.
I leaned back, softly laughing at his longing, releasing my grip and fueling his jealousy. He snarled and grabbed my wrist with his bloodied hand, nuzzling his eyeless face into my palm as if begging me to fillet his face like Dawson’s.
And for a brief moment, I considered it. He groaned and I grabbed his chin, tilting it up toward me. “If you’re a good demon, I might torture you the way you like it,” I whispered in false hope. I hadn’t made up my mind yet, waiting to see how this little game would unfold and whether it would play out in my favor or his.
He shouldn't reveal his weaknesses to me if he didn’t want me to exploit it.
He crawled up my body, shredding my clothes in the process, trailing his long black tongue along the side of my breast before swirling it around my dark nipple. His hand reached out toward the open rib cage once more, and with a jerk, he pulled out Dawson's heart, rubbing its glistening, wet surface between my breasts.
I shouldn’t be so turned on by this gesture, but here I was panting in my own right as I watched him take a bite out of it before shoving it in his open skull. The teeth gnawed and gnashed like a living thing as he leaned down to trail his bloodied lips along my pebbled skin.
“Do you want me to beg, Lena? Beg for you to gag me the way you did him? To watch you have your way with me even if it meant I would lose a limb?” He panted, nipping my skin with a hint of pain. Images of me drinking his blood, licking his exposed muscles and tendons flashed before my eyes, leaving me breathless. “Because I would if it meant you’d give me as much attention to detail as you do these pathetic human males.”
I couldn’t help myself, I laughed. What the hell was wrong with this demon? Weren’t they the ones doling out torture? By the sound of it, he was the one craving to be made a sacrifice…
He chuckled against my exposed flesh, his teeth grazing across my skin with a promise.
“Oh, little hunter…didn’t you know?” He whispered before taking a hard bite out of me, making me scream. “Belraxas is a demon of bloodlust.”
Courtesy Warning for Veil of Nightmares
This book may contain triggers for some. Triggers include but are not limited to descriptive torture with devices & weapons, mention of suicide, dismemberment of limbs, gore, violence, bloodplay, choking, biting, demons devouring human flesh, humans ripping human flesh, humans ripping demon flesh, descriptions of burnt corpses, double penetration of both vaginal entries and anal entries, romantic cannibalism, mentions of pedophilia, explicit sexual scenes, themes that may be disturbing to some readers.
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