Halo Of Horns

TEN

Honeycomb.

Lavender.

The sweet scents mixed with her rich dark blood and screamed against the thin skin of her neck, making him ache.

His demons didn't like her.

They craved her.

Their instincts were to take her and feast upon her body in every way imaginable.

"And if they didn't? What would you do?" Irina challenged while attempting to push his hand away from her side. Unfortunately, he was much stronger than her and he was not letting go, "Burn me? Kill me?"

Azazel bared his teeth, the seductive thought making his head spin, "Don't tempt me."

"Why not?" She leaned further away, her back flat against the wall and her shoulders squared to match Azazel, his entire body weight keeping her trapped, "Is it because you know my father wouldn't like you harming his only daughter?"

Azazel couldn't stop his smirk, curling across his face despite his internal rage, "Who said he would know?" The deep red pools of his eyes turned dark and black spots filled the white space around his iris, "Seems you've forgotten who is in charge here Irina because it most certainly is not you."

Irina shook her head, shivering at the touch of her damp hair when it brushed against her bare collarbone and tickled her breast, "I'm an adult now. You can't punish me like I'm a child."

Azazel leaned down so he matched her height. They were so close, their noses were bumping together with every slight breath.

"Are you sure?" He hissed, his tongue flicking like one of her snakes, desperate to taste her flesh. In a flash, he gripped her by the nape of the neck, squeezing until her back stiffened in pain, "You may not be a child anymore, but I can still correct you."

Azazel turned them both towards the bed, shoving her frozen body down onto the mattress. She bounced slightly upon impact before curling into a ball in an attempt to protect herself, only making him laugh.

"He was too soft on you." He snarled, grabbing her ankle and dragging her back to the edge of the bed so she couldn't hide from him. Her nightgown rode up past her hips as her body was pulled over the thick duvet, revealing her lacy panties beneath the thin fabric, "You never learn." He grunted.

Azazel's fingers itched to run up the backside of her thighs and squeeze the plump flesh of her ass, just waiting to be bruised at his discretion. He wanted to touch her in ways he shouldn't, his temptations whispering flawed argument of reason in the back of his mind. His hand hovered over her lower back, debating pulling her gown back down to cover her exposed intimates or if he should leave it be and add to her humiliating punishment.

"You- you can't do this- Azazel!" Irina whimpered, squirming in an attempt to turn onto her back and so she would be facing him, ready to fight her punishment head-on. Azazel noticed this and pushed down on her lower back, stopping her movements while controlling her with a hand on her shoulder.

"Stay put." His deep voice reverberated off the stone walls and into her bones where it rattled her skeleton.

"Bite me!" Irina hissed in frustration, flicking her wild strands of hair out of her face, still struggling as best she could.

Azazel had to fight his demons when they heard her jeering comment. They wanted to give her exactly what she requested and more until she learned to never underestimate them again. He had to close his eyes and hold his breath before he could respond, afraid the words that he would say would not be his own.

"Don't. Tempt. Me." He warned again, this time the words were slipping in and out with a variety of different tones and levels as if he were speaking through the mouth of three different people.