everything he planned to do to her. His fangs had descended and he raked his tongue over one, his gaze remaining locked on Hannah.
"Tell me, Hannah. Tell me that you want me. That you desire me."
She struggled against her restraints. "K-Keane, your voice. It's deeper. Please."
A sinister smile graced his face. "That's it, my light, beg."
He moved closer to her, caressing one of her nipples as he continued to stroke his cock. Dipping his head, he sampled her flesh again, kissing it, licking a line across it, careful not to nick her. He may have surrendered to his demon side, but he'd not given in on avoiding mating to her.
Her arousal was evident; still, he skimmed a finger down her and pressed it between her hot thighs. So wet. So ready. So untouched?
He paused. “A virgin?”
She nodded, biting at her lower lip.
He was out of touch with modern ways, but he did not believe it common for a woman her age—in her early twenties—to still be untouched by a man. He was about to comment when he thought harder upon it, upon her and who he suspected she was to him.
His mate.
If that were true, she would not have wanted another male near her. Her body would have naturally turned off sexually when anyone other than her mate was near. The thought both warmed and frightened him. His mate? Could she be?
She bucked against the intrusion, her pussy tight, sucking his finger back into it. With a slight pop, he pulled free and brought his damp finger to his lips, licking her cream from it. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as a moan tore free of him.
Delicious. Just as he knew she would be.
Hannah whimpered, arching to him.
"You want more?" asked Keane.
"I want you," she said. "Not the demon. Just you."
Spreading her velvety folds, he continued working his prick. "You will take what I decide to give you, am I clear?"
The internal struggle to regain control of his actions and words was waged, but the demon was stronger when it came to Hannah. It knew she was his weakness. He slipped a finger into her mound and she wiggled her hips, causing his thumb to brush over her swollen bud. She tossed her head back, gasping for breath, the smell of her cream growing. She was close to coming but he didn't want her to do so just yet.
"Stop," he commanded.
Her body obeyed him and she thrashed, shaking her head, begging for more. Keane stepped back and began working his cock faster, the sight of her glistening pussy unbelievably erotic. Hannah was there, spread out for the taking.
"Please untie me," she pleaded.
Flashing fang, he hissed, not wanting to hear any more of her requests. The fear that shone in Hannah's eyes made his chest tight. At that moment, he hated himself—what he was—what he always would be.
Seizing hold of the coin nearest him, he crushed it his hand, shocking her as it turned to dust, and then tossing it away. It landed unharmed, in full coin shape, as if it had never been touched. The Devil side laid faceup, as if mocking him. The irony was not lost on him. He could not escape what he was and what it was he was doing.
"Keane, please," she begged. "Don't do this. Not like this."
He pinched her nipple hard enough to make her jerk beneath him. "Tell me you don't really like how I make you feel."
He knew she did. Her cunt was dripping with desire. He could smell it all around him. Easing himself over her, he stared down, encouraged by the fright in her eyes. It did something to the demon side of him that he couldn't explain. He thrust a finger into her and nearly came at the sensation of her pink lower lips wrapping around him once more. He shivered with feral awareness and pre-cum continued to leak from the tip of his dick.
With his free hand, Keane took hold of his shaft, stroking it as he continued to finger-fuck Hannah. She wiggled, her gaze still stubborn but her body submissive.
"If you are good, I will give you what you want."
She jerked against her restraints. "I don't want