Young appeared in much of the same way that he did with Rell to the entirety of her management team. Those that didn’t know her directly weren’t given her name, just told to, “admit to being held accountable for their evils on the physical plane to potentially lessen their punishment when they got to the spiritual realm.”By the time Officer Bowen got back to the station to tell his Captain about the connection he’d made, Young had already seen every man and reinforced the fear of Blood in them. Even the ones that had once been the last to break when he first started this crusade did not need much convincing this time around. All it took was his presence and the threat of their eternal damnation to get them to agree to the practiced confessions. So although the Captain gave him the approval to continue to investigate, he’d come to find that none of the men were going to prove his hypothesis. All were adamant that the devil had come to prepare their souls for hell and it had nothing t
Young had hoped Asha was still sleeping when he got back to her apartment, but instead he was bombarded by her anxious cleaning. That could only mean one thing, something had happened to stress her out and he had an inkling that it had something to do with that officer and his fishing expedition. If it wasn’t for Asha spotting him lurking, stilling her movements to stare him down with her hands in clenched fists on her hips, he would’ve popped back over to wherever the officer was and introduced him to Blood.Unfortunately, his soulmate looked like she was ready to draw blood by any means necessary. That did not bode well for the plans he had for them. He’d hoped to wake her up with more orgasms and enjoy them for at least the rest of the day before they had to have any conversations, especially a serious one like he knew she was gearing up to start. “Well don’t just stand there, come explain yourself.”Young tried to lean in for a hug and kiss but Asha leaned away, mop still firmly
Asha had expected to be able to prove Young wrong, but instead she was surprised at how right he was. Although officer Bowen had a great many questions, none of them were as direct as she expected. It pleased Young to witness from the shadows just how little evidence he had to pressure Asha with. It turned out that he truly only had a feeling about what was going on and was relying on his intuition, as well as the information he could pry from Asha to confirm his withheld allegations and hopefully lead him to the evidence he was looking for.The officer had to do everything in his power not to show the young woman his frustrations, but it wasn’t so easily disguised from a demon, especially one he wasn't entirely sure was watching his every move. Blood not only gave Young the power to intrude on the thoughts of his victims but also draw power from any negative emotion, even if he was lurking in the shadows. So from the obscured corners of the room and Officer Bowen’s mind, Young enjoye
“And these first ones don’t count.” Young said as he laid her body across his lap.Asha whimpered, feeling the storm brewing with this new version of Young was going to match the one looming outside. The clouds had darkened from light and fluffy to threatening. The blue of the sky disappeared behind clouds that looked as if she could reach out and grab a piece of the yet to be storm and eat it up. Their usual out of reach position had suddenly transformed into a picture of what reverse surface tension looked like, weighing on the sky as if gravity would bring them down. When the sky got like this she would go out and relish in it, but with how Young was maneuvering her, Asha knew it was now something to be experienced in the loud silence of her living room.She had a feeling with the way he held her and was speaking that she would really get to meet Blood. Having experienced the various ways he held back from treating her with anything other than softness over the years, she recognize
As Young continued to massage her backside, he admired the tranquil look on her face, enamored at how effortlessly she always did that. For as long as they’d known each other, she’d always transformed the pain of an experience into something that she could endure peacefully. Even now, when he’d let the aggression of Blood take control, even if only for a moment, possibly hurting her far more than he was giving her pleasure, she carved out a moment that opposed his actions. It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon.Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind tru
For the first half hour he kissed the fuck out of her, experimenting with every last way he could slot their lips together and tear each other apart with the pleasure. He kept bouncing between fervent kisses that made Asha sure she was going to be feeling him all over her body for days to come and feather light pecks that made her seek out more than he was ever willing to give.The ones that held all of his passion and pent up sexual tension from the years of unfulfilled yearning, left Asha breathless. It was as if he was trying to dredge up all of her desires from the depths of her soul so that he could suck it in and make her beg for it. Any thought she’d had over the years concerning him and how she wanted to do this or that was blaring across her eyelids. Every single time she’d said to herself, ‘Young could make this experience better’, was at the forefront of her mind, causing her to do her best to meld herself to him. They couldn’t get close enough and she wasn’t sure she could
Or so she thought. The touch of the ice cold glass against her nipples immediately made her cry out, twist and turn in overwhelming pleasure and pain. He indeed had changed in one aspect, turning even more sadistic in how he catered to her body’s every desire and request. She was back to barely making any noise again unless he forced it from her. This game they played with one another was a push and pull of wills. Young would do something to shock her system and a reaction out of her, determined as ever to have her weak and weeping. Asha would respond by containing her pleasure again, just as stubborn and willful in her defiance against giving in. When he’d seen she was ready to battle him for control, he was determined to win. So back and forth, he switched between marking her body with hickies - sucking and nibbling on the skin as if every piece of it was his to leave his signature on - and cooling it with the ice cold glass. The first few times he did it she kept her reactions to
Asha should’ve been scared at the quick change of Young’s deep browns being painted black and red, but she was still too upset about his audacity. It was beyond life changing to have the man’s physical body back in seemingly better condition and his soul mostly intact. She cherished every memory of them together, good and bad, so to see that he still had them all was priceless. Even if he wasn’t showing it, she knew he was thinking about their entire history together just like her. If she had to guess, and her intuition was almost always right, when he relinquished his human control to Blood, she got a peek into just how much it weighed on him. He was aware of how his actions towards her had affected the course of her life but he was dedicated to his version of being a man about it. There wasn’t any time to dwell or cry about how horrible he’d been to the person he said he loved the most.Just because he may have had good intentions, trying to protect her from some unknown evil, huma