All Chapters of My Demon Ex Lover: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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 returning Blood’s smirk with one of her very own evil grins made the entity shiver. There was something truly menacing about an angelic soul choosing to mirror the face of evil intentions. She hadn’t seen it as good or evil, just a natural reaction to being in the presence of someone who brought out her desire to act on her more deviant behaviors. With Young she always seemed so ready to lean into the intrusive thoughts that amplified in his presence. From his perspective, she’d always thrown him off guard when she showed that side of herself. Looking at her through demons eyes shifted his perspective entirely and revealed a side of her he was sure even she wasn’t aware of. Seeing the potential evil or good that resided within a soul had been one of the many perks Young received with this upgrade. When looking at Asha, her energy was a kaleidoscope compared to most other people who were one or two colors max. They were black and white, mostly good or mostly evil, no space for a

Asha was so caught up in the way he looked at her while he teased himself and her that she didn’t know where to look. His eyes held a foreshadowing of all the pleasure that was to come and his hands wrapped around his crown jewel was the official seal of those promises. She was torn between his eyes, his hands, and the images flashing behind her eyes every time she closed them. Young always held his innermost thoughts deep within him so she had become adept to the language of his eyes early in their relationship. Becoming lovers had only put her more in tune with him and despite their most recent dynamic change that had remained true. With every stroke of his hand from base to tip, every grip of his head, and every grasp of his balls as he rolled them around Young imprinted his dreams in her mind. Asha started wiggling around, pulling at her restraints to somehow get out and get to him. She didn’t know how but he was telepathically sending his deepest desires to her, taunting her wit

Despite his demand, the onslaught of sensory overload from such a simple action silenced her. With her head thrown back and mouth wide open, Asha screamed a soundless wail. It brought Young great pleasure to see her hurtle over the edge of stubborn resolve and into the arms of release he’d been working so hard to get her to fall into. ‘Finally!’ he thought with his signature smile plastered on, waiting for her to rejoin him. It should’ve never taken that long for him to get her there but he had to be satisfied with the fact that he was still able to at least. The blow to his pride made his hunger multiply exponentially, seeking to soothe the hurt her reactions to him caused.By the time Asha finally opened her eyes to Young’s smug look, she was struggling to accept that defeat in this battle may be the only option for her to get the time to strategize on how to win her war with him. She knew when he arrived back into her life that she had to first accept all the spiritual and superna

Any thought of protest or shielding her heart flew out of Asha’s head as soon as her body met Young’s lips. It took no time for her to practically collapse to the bed, gripping the sheets for dear life and barely able to hold her arch. It seemed as if Young had an upgrade in every department, his bedroom skills constantly challenging what she thought she could expect from him. If she could think at all, let alone logically, she’d be running from the demon in human clothes, but her gamble had caused her to be ensnared in a trap of her own making. Young had her right where he wanted her, at his mercy. Every stroke of his tongue made him that much more ravenous for the juices practically pouring out of Asha. It also made him insatiable for her submission, determined to take what had once been so freely given. He would never utter the words out loud, but the anxiety that had him in a perpetual chokehold made him feel off kilter and completely out of his element. This new terrain was unch