He stopped at my bra, and flicked it open with two fingers."Tell me the secret." I urged again, my fingers pushing into the cold glass in front of me.If he undressed me here, everybody would see my naked body with just a glance upward. Guards patrolled below, heads bowed, weapons at the ready.Sam eased the dress off my right shoulder slowly, ignoring my question. Then my left side, and I turned to look at Sam. His gaze was dark and hungry."Please tell me." I whispered, locking eyes with him.As he looked at me, he pulled on my dress. It slipped down, exposing me to his kingdom. I fought the urge to grab the slippery fabric, which was sliding lower and lower over my body."Secrets ARE very powerful, I see." He whispered, his breath warm against my skin."What if someone sees me?" I asked him.The dress was pulled down more as an answer. It pooled at my feet, a cloud of blackness. A chill ran down my spine as his cold hand trailed over my back, while the other gripped my hip and sli
He sensed my need, and his teeth sank into my neck. A rush of adrenaline raced through my veins. I fell apart, a moaning scream escaping me. My body, overwhelmed by lust, seemed to shatter and then reshape itself. Sam was a steady presence behind me, holding on as if his life depended on it. A wave of pure lust had slammed into me as I came together with Satan. My skin prickled. My forehead rested against the cold glass. Sam slowly peeled me off the sticky glass. "How does it feel being owned by the devil?" "How does it feel being owned by a human?" I replied with closed eyes and a soft smile around my lips, feeling more powerful than ever. A strange energy coursed through me, my fingertips tingling with life. I was uncontrollably sensitive to Sam's presence. It was like he was my life, a part of my soul. Sam guided me down on the carpet, right next to the glass. "Like I'm owned by heaven itself. Fucking incredible," Sam said, running his fingers over my skin. I smiled softly.
I tried to run as fast as I could, but my legs ached from the torment Sam had put me through. My body burned and protested, but I pushed through the pain. It was too soon. "My King! Please! No one is allowed in!" A guard wailed behind us. Sam was right behind me, fighting off any demons who tried to stop us. "Try to come closer, and see what happens." Sam snarled over his shoulder to the servant. The guard slowed his run, a panicked look on his face. He had a knife in his hand, an automatic reaction to our sudden arrival, but his hand faltered upon hearing Sam's snarl. He stopped running altogether, a frightened look on his face. "This is easier than I thought it would be." Sam said from behind me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Since we had arrived, every guard had come to attack us. Sam had fought them off all alone, letting me run ahead of him, ensuring I would get here as soon as I could. He had fought off every demon that stood in my way. Two white double doors cam
Our walk into the forest was slow and nerve-wracking. I felt Sam's change in body language the second we passed Adrian's kingdom border. His eyes turned to steel, scanning the area for any threats. Sam suddenly pulled me to a standstill. "Can you let me know what's bothering you? Why are you not speaking your mind?" "Nothing is bothering me." I lied. His eyes darkened. "I asked you a question, and I want to know the answer to it." I added. "I don't know how to answer it." Sam said, his grip on my upper arm tightening. "It's a simple yes or no question." I shot back. "But if I say yes, and you say no, will your head keep spiralling?" Sam said, his grip becoming slightly painful. "Will you already make up your mind to leave me, based on one question?" He added, his face coming closer to mine. My brows furrowed. "Just answer the question." Sam's jaw clenched. His hard eyes searched mine for a moment. The sound of his shirt ripping was the only warning I had before his wi
"I don't want to hurt you." I said as I evaded Nija's attack. "You're not going to hurt me." She replied swiftly, striking out with her leg again. My eyes automatically flicked over to Sam, who stood at the edge of the battlefield, his arms crossed. His tightly fitted shirt did nothing to hide his muscles, and his expression did nothing to hide his frustration and impatience. But it wasn't his body I noticed first. His cheek, which still bore a burn mark, stood out against his skin. It hadn't healed like all of his other injuries. The kingdom had been in shock when they saw the wound, but Sam had silenced every question and remark with a single look. "You're not going to hurt her, flower." Sam remarked from the side. "Nija is from Wrath, so she can handle it, anyway." Sam's arms tightened. "Aren't you, Nija?" I winced and missed my step, colliding with Nija's fist aimed at my head. She hit my shoulder with more impact than I expected, and I stumbled back. "Exactly." Nija
"Again." The order came. With an exhausted puff, I tried to think of a fire again. I tried to imagine the flames roaring, the colours changing, the heat of it. The unmistakable crackling of fire filled my head. I might have been better at it if not for the icy stare of a demon king piercing through me. I opened my hands as instructed and tried to generate heat at my fingertips. "You're not focusing. Concentrate." Burta barked. "Maybe because you're distracting me." I snapped back. Lately, I'd been a ray of sunshine. Between brutal fight training and early elemental sessions with Burta, I had little reason to smile. Sam had decided that I should be given training to control my fire next to my abusive training from Nija, as he saw no progress with my fire in combat. He watched every minute of every single training. His presence grated on my nerves more each day. "Your thoughts are drifting, flower." Sam commented from the sideline. My eyes snapped open. "Don't you hav
I groaned awake, feeling sticks poking my back. A wet leaf clung to my cheek, and I swatted it off quickly. Loose, dry sand covered my naked legs as I slowly rose, trying to comprehend where I was. I blinked several times. I was still in my black, silky top that barely covered my thighs. I wasn't wearing any underwear, and cold air made my nipples harden. Surrounded by trees, the pitch-black midnight sky offered no light, not even from the moon. Placing my bare feet on the soil, I frowned. What the fuck? Where was I? How did I get here? Nothing surfaced when I tried to remember what could've happened. Sam had been trying to scare me for hours until I nearly set fire to the willow tree. Finally relenting, he let me rest for the first time in over a week. I had a shower, changed into this top, and fell asleep in Sam's bed. Had someone gotten in? Concentrating, I sharpened my vision and shook off the sleep. It was cold, but I didn't mind as I warmed my own skin. What happened to
The fire disappeared in an instant. Darkness and silence descended around us. "Sam." I managed to croak out. He didn't speak. Through his mask, he gazed at me, and a different kind of heat surged through my body. A tense silence settled between us, heavy with anticipation. He wore fire resistant clothes. That's why every inch of him was covered. That's why he wore a mask. But I couldn't shake the intense feeling of desire as I regarded him in front of me. "Hands on your back." He ordered in a low, commanding voice. That low, evil voice coiled around my brain. Gods, if he had told me to set myself on fire, I would've. Being the good girl that I was, I slowly moved my hands behind my back and clasped them together. He walked forward, and my heart shot to my throat as I was plastered to the ground. With military precision, Sam approached. His army attire accentuated his form perfectly. When he stood before me, his gloved hand traced my bare hip. "That's one good little firebreat