Chapter 90: THE ATTACK (3)
Just as quickly as he had given in, Castiel tore himself away. His eyes were wide and his breath was just as heavy as her own. Velmoria could feel it though, his energy melding into her own. It was far from enough, but it was just what she needed to get some strength back into her system.
"What do you think you are doing? We are fighting." His voice was breathless and hoarse. His eyes blazed with need similar to her own.
Velmoria licked her lips, a slow motion that tasted the him that was left on her lips. "Have you never seen a demon feed before?" She muttered, her voice low and sultry. "Quite effectively might I add." She ran a hand across her lips.
Castiel’s gaze flickered to her lips for a moment, before he clenched his jaw and took a step back, "You should not, we have just barely come to an agreement..."
"Why should she not?" The interruption came from Young Lady Darvia who had apparently seen more than enough.
The young demon took a step to Velmoria in a blur of movement. She grabbed the older demon by the wrist, yanking her away from Castiel. It was in that close proximity that Velmoria noticed how tall the young lady was. She was much shorter than the male angel, but still towered over Velmoria.
Succubi, by normal standards, were short. That is to say, both genders did not generally frow past five and a half feet. Even Malrick, who was considered a tall incubi, was five feet and six inches tall, which was much shorter than the standard demon.
Young Lady Darvia was a much different kisser than Lord Castiel was. Where he was hesitant, obviously unsure, but clearly skilled, she was rough and unskilled. However, she claimed Velmoria’s lips in kiss that was so searing Velmoria was sure she was going to ignite and burn up.
She kissed Velmoria like she was staking a flag in foreign land, like she was branding her right where they stood. There was no hesitance, no second-guessing, only fierce, undeniable _possession_.