Page 47 of Her Demon Daddy
I softly pull my lips from his, lightly sticking together, before placing my heels on the ground. “We can talk later,” I whisper. “Asmodeus, even with everything that’s happened, you’re already forgiven in my eyes. There’s no need for apologies.” The dam of my control loosens inside me, and my craving for him begins to pour into my conscious mind. “I just want to be with you right now.”
I break inside and lock lips with him, the love for him surging through my body. He grasps me tightly and moves his lips to my neck, pulling my hair slightly on the back of my head. My breath leaves my body like he’s all the oxygen I need. I could breathe him in every day for the rest of my life, his passion and devotion to me keeping me afloat in the darkest times.
“Take me, Asmodeus,” I whisper as his teeth close lightly on my ears.
“I plan to,” he responds lowly as he picks me up and walks me to the bed, lying me on the side not crowded by the broken bars.
He propels his body on top of mine, my hands traveling at the speed of light as I grip his biceps and feel the contours of his body beneath his clothes. He stands up and rips off his clothes, and I grapple to remove mine, keeping with the pace of my rapid heartbeat. I need him now. I must have him inside me, completing me and filling me with his passion.
My body is bared to him. Every vulnerable piece of me his to observe. He stands before me, and the common insecurities I would feel with a sexual partner fade. The lines on my stomach and the cellulite on my legs diminish when I see the love in his eyes as he lies on top of me.
I reach down and slide my hand over his shaft, moving it up and down as I feel his smooth skin cover his head. He places his fingers on my clit. his touch could contain magic if I didn’t know any better. I told him in the dungeons, he wasn’t as powerful as I thought, but as he catapults me into a state of ecstasy, I realize I was wrong.
His heat rubs against my breasts, keeping me warm as I gasp at the feeling of his weight on top of me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt him this hard before. He breathes life into me as his lips entangle with mine. I withdraw my hand and pull him up as he glides into me smoothly, my juices lubricating our connection.
The rush of his love shoots through my veins as he thrusts into me, our lips lightly brushing against each other as he wraps me tightly in his strong arms. I grab the hair on the back of his head, and he groans, smacking his lips and breathing through his nose as our bodies begin to sweat, sticking to each other lightly.
He doesn’t pull apart from me as he continues. I feel myself clench around him as my muscles tense up, preparing for the exhilaration he’s about to give me. I let out a scream, and he places his thumb on my lips, drawing my bottom one down as he silences me with a kiss.
“Asmodeus,”I say between his lips.
“Yes, my love,” he responds as he slows.
“I love you.”
“And I love you, Siara.”
He thrusts into me hard, and I scream as my hands ball the sheets around me, scrambling for control because my body is about to lose it. He moans and grabs my hips tightly, moving them with his as his eyes tell me he’s about to cum.
Putting his hand on top of my head, he tilts my eyes to meet his gaze. I place my hands on his face, still drunk off his devotion. His eyes glaze over, and he kisses me as he groans on my lips, the vibrations from his voice giving me goosebumps as I feel his warmth blow inside me.
Our breath synchronizes, and heartbeats align as I look deeply into his eyes. He relaxes and lies on top of me, taking me in his arms. I lightly drift my fingertips over the contour of his back. Each line I draw on him is a claim of my King.
28
ASMODEUS
The glass in my study has been repaired beautifully, with Ti’lek asking the glass workers to add stains on the side, making the light colorful with the afternoon sunset through the electrical storms. I always feel the air on my head and through my hair now, as I haven’t worn a hood in over a month. My shoulders have loosened, my chest has unclenched, and my face hurts from smiling by the end of each day.
The nightmares have also disappeared since our return to Galmoleth. I fall asleep instantly when my head hits the pillow at night's end, and I don’t wake up at 3 AM drenched in sweat droplets and wrapped in panic-soaked sheets. Part of it is the exhaustion from creating a new Galmoleth for my people, which also brings me peace and gratitude.
The welcome ceremony went beautifully. Ti’lek and Drar'ran planned it perfectly. We had the streets lined with signature food from Galmoleth, beautiful jewelry, and live music. Demons I’d never seen before came out to celebrate, and I even met a female demon pregnant with her first child, the first baby to be born on Galmoleth soil. Knowing they’re all here because ofchoice,not force, is a relief. They’ve been very appreciative, bringing offerings now and then to represent their gratitude.
We’ve created hundreds of new jobs and built four different settlements around various terrains of Galmoleth. Each week there is a town hall meeting for residents to air their grievances and praise what is going well in our world. It’s become a democracy, something I never thought would bring me pride.
Vag’thimon has come to have more empathy toward myself and Galmoleth. He has implemented a plan for visitors to travel to and from our world for three days. We keep in correspondence regularly, and our relationship is slowly growing back to how it was when we were children.
I turn the black box over in my hand before looking back at sunset. None of this would be possible without Siara’s wickedly brilliant brain and large heart. She’s the reason hundreds of demons have flourishing lives and the reason I have one at all.
The velvet box I turn over in my fingers holds a ring our recently employed jeweler hand-crafted for me. He supported my decision to have a human queen, but I wonder how the rest of my kingdom will feel. I know there will be some uprisings against the decision, but if they’ve followed me this far, knowing what I did before, I doubt it will be much of an issue. Even if it is, I’m going through with it anyway, regardless of my stance on human and demon relationships in the past. I can’t bear to think of the rest of my life without giving her the proper title of queen. She deserves it more than anyone.
The proposal has to be perfect. I can’t let her down by asking this question. It has to be…
The sound of my study doors opening interrupts my thoughts. I panic and spin around in my chair, pulling out a drawer from my desk and shoving the box inside. Looking up, I see Siara approaching me with a suspicious face. I grin at her and lean forward on my desk.
“What was that all about?”
“Ah…” I wave my hand. “Just more blueprints for a…” I clear my throat. “Marketplace in the Freelin district.”