Chapter 136: Flames, Shadows, and a Choice
The demon’s chest pressed flush against Cassian’s. Their legs tangled beneath loose folds of silk, the robe slipping further with every breath. Heat and shadow coiled between them, thick as smoke.
"A virgin finally finds his way to me..." the voice murmured, low and intoxicating, breath ghosting along Cassian’s cheek. "Do you know how long I’ve waited...?"
Cassian’s soul nearly fled his body.
His every nerve stood on edge. His mind screamed for sense, for escape, for sanity—but all of it had already shattered. He couldn’t tell what was worse: that a demon had just licked his neck, that he couldn’t move, or that the demon spoke like this encounter had been long-awaited.
He couldn’t breathe.
Not because of the demon’s weight—no, the Demon of Lust didn’t press down with brute force. His movements were sinuous, smooth, his form gliding like silk molded to Cassian’s own, like smoke wrapping around flame. But it was everything else—his presence, his breath, the low hum of danger in every elegant motion.
Cassian lay frozen, not by magic, but by the sheer avalanche of disbelief crashing through him.
Shock. Embarrassment. Panic. Shame.
And something else.
Something darker—something that stirred in the pit of his stomach, unwelcome and terrifying.
The demon’s lips brushed his throat again, featherlight, a breath rather than a touch. Cassian’s fists clenched against the coffin’s velvet lining. He hated the softness. Hated how easily those elegant fingers pinned his wrists, teasing his already splintered resolve.