THE DEMON LORD TASTED LIKE SMOKE

THE DEMON LORD TASTED LIKE SMOKE

He groaned into my mouth right as my lips mashed against it.

The suddenness must have caught him out of the blue.

He wouldn’t move.

He wouldn’t even touch me as my arms hung around his neck and pulled him down to myself. I let my tongue move. I let my tongue into his mouth. And… he let me. Seneca Veylor, the Lord of the Demons, the man that smelled like smoke and was hot like fire, let me slip my tongue into his mouth. Warm mouth, warm lips, the taste of smoke and the smell something appealed to me. My heart was in my throat. I could feel it thudding against his chest. I could feel his beating back. In sync. In sync with mine. The room felt like it was spinning, my heart felt like it was going to punch a hole through my chest, my eyes closed, the words were echoing in my head. Prepare the soil. Prepare the soil. It was for this. It was for this moment where it felt like Seneca and I were one.

This moment when he was frozen beneath my touch, and his arms hung limp around my waist, like he was too scared to touch, too scared to hurt, too scared to burn me.

But he didn’t even know.

I didn’t give a fuck about being burned by him.

In fact, I wanted to be burned by him.

Seconds passed, the sound of kissing filled the room while the sound of rain pattering hit the windows softly, and it was just us.

And when I pulled away, I was staring dead at the eyes of a demon lord who looked like he was barely hanging onto his control by a thread.

In the dark of the room, his eyes were red.

His chest was heaving.

My chest was heaving.

My lips were wet.

My hands wrung in my thighs.

I didn’t know what to think.

"I’m sorry."

I didn't know what to do.

"I didn’t mean to—"

But he wouldn’t let me even complete that sentence before he came at me. FULL-FORCED. One second, my knees were planted in the bed before him, while I looked down shyly, the next, his hands were around my waist, snatching me off the bed, carrying me against himself. Like a magnet, my legs locked around him. My heart thrashed frantically. My mind went straight haywire. Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh-freaking-god.

He slammed me against my back.

And came right after.

Hot lips on my throat.

Hands holding my wrists over my head.

He sucked my skin hard. Leaving tingle kisses. From my throat down to the center of my chest while I was literally trembling with need. Smoke filled the room. He was breathing harshly, he was leaving a trail of hickeys down my neck…. I wanted more. I want more.

"I know," he growled, even though I hadn’t said it out loud.

And right after that, his lips slammed against mine. So hard. So fast that I whimpered against him as he kissed me. His mouth devoured mine, a bruising, desperate collision of teeth and wet heat that swallowed my gasps. His tongue stroked deep, claiming every inch, stealing the very breath from my lungs until I was dizzy, drunk on the taste of ash and dark desire as he kissed me, as I moaned, as I bucked my hips off the bed, chasing after the member that I knew he was caging behind the keys of his zippers, but just as soon as I moved, he rested his weight into me, pressing me back into the bed, letting me feel the weight of him.

I squirmed. "I want you," it was a breathless pant between the kisses. "I want you so bad please…. Please…"

He didn’t say words as he continued to cover me in kisses.

My chest, my neck, my face, my nose.

His face dropped to my chest again with a groan, closing his warm mouth over my nipple through the fabric, biting down just hard enough to make me cry out. I'd never felt anything like these tingles before, this ecstasy of his hands just being on me, and his mouth being on me.

My chest heaved.

My head flung back.

My eyes fluttered.

I coached myself how to breathe through the agonizing ache I could feel in my core.

"Seneca… touch me there…" I cried. "Touch me there please."

While one of his hands kneaded me, the other wrapped around my waist, holding me tight, pressing his hard rock manhood against my gut, not giving in. He teased me, his lips trailing hot fire over my skin as he kissed me harder, making me beg for the release he was holding back.

And I couldn't tell if this was a dream. If this was really happening. But it was.

In the distance, far into the hallway, I could almost imagine the chaos happening, if the fire had been put away, if Elindin had been hurt, if— the thoughts didn't spiral before the sound of footsteps slapping against the tiles in the hallways filled my ears at a very loud, unnaturally sharp volume that vibrated right through my eardrums, approaching the room.

Seneca didn’t get off me.

Not even when the loud knocks followed after.

Not even when Ziarah’s gruff voice filtered through the door, panicking about words that sounded too dull in the heat of the moment until...

"Dominus. WE LOST THEM." She shrieked behind the door, pounding it so hard I feared she wanted to rip it off the hinges. "THE DOCTORS. We lost the doctors, Dominus. They escaped. THEY RAN OFF WITH HER."

Seneca's tongue was deep down my throat, his mouth was bruising mine, his hard rock member was pressing against me, warm even behind the fabric of his jeans, and this lunatic was screaming for attention. This lunatic was ruining the moment for me. Because it fucking worked. Seneca stilled at the sound of her voice and the illusion of this perfect moment cracked like a lake covered in ice. No. I thought as he broke the kiss, head jolting towards the door. No. No. NO. NOOOO. He pulled away and I immediately scampered off the bed after him, panting harshly beneath my breath. "No. Please no. Please.. Please. Please Sen—"

His hand covered my mouth before the intense urge made me cry.

He was looking at the door now.

"What did you say?" His voice was gruffly hoarse and the glow in his eyes told me he was still insanely in need of me more than I am even.

But this was something that demanded his attention. The doctors had gotten away? Why were the doctors being held against their will in the first place?

"The doctors got away," Ziarah repeated outside the door. She sounded less panicky now. As if she knew exactly what moment she'd just ruined for me.

"How?" Seneca demanded.

I heard her pant. "Dominus—"

"How, Ziarah?" His voice was hard.

Ziarah’s behind the door was hesitant. "I had to check the fire—"

"And no guards could be with them?'

'Eighteen guards, Dominus/'

"Then how?"
"They go away,''

"Why didn't you immediately put them in the dungeons?"

"Dominus," urgency in her voice, anger making it tremble. But not anger at Seneca, anger at the people that had run. "We can still catch up."

"THEN DO!" Seneca seethed.

Ziarah’s tone reeked with impatience. "I already sent people after them."

Seneca's voice mirrored exactly hers. "Okay, if you have, what the fuck do you want me to do now?"

"Dom—"

"Why do you want to break my door down?"

"There's something..."

"What thing?"

Ziarah's voice quieted to a hushed pant behind the door. Remorse? Shame? Guilt? I didn't know what she was feeling at being yelled at at the moment, but her next sentence immediately hooked Seneca's attention. "There's something else I need you to see.'' There was a pause. I almost came to a conclusion right there and then that whatever this was, she was doing it on purpose. Her voice was small. ''It's very important."

Seneca spared me a glance beneath the moist palm still over my mouth.

I gave a dousing shake of my head, pleading with him not to go. But the hunger in his eyes had washed down a drain that made me want to do nothing but cry.

My chest was still heaving while his lust had been quieted down by that one distraction, the mention of something, the mention of some doctors escaping, the mention of something he needed to see.

He pulled his hand away.

I clawed at his shirt, my lower lip literally trembling.

"I need you… I need you please."

Tears pricked my eyes.

I was so aroused I fought the urge to gyrate against his bed, but unfortunately, the business had taken away all his interest at the present moment. He did look amused though. The way his head tilted with a smirk as he watched my little groveling for him like it was a show that amused him.

"I’ll be back—"

"DOMINUS." Ziarah’s feet smacked against the tiles outside. The urgency in her voice was actually very concerning. "When I say I need you to see, I mean I need you to see NOW."

For an agonizingly long second, Seneca looked torn between going with her or staying with me.

His head swung—from the door to my face, from the door to my face, over and over again, until he finally, he made his decision, he chose the former.

A/N: I was literally giggling at the kiss sceneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I know it's been a minute, but I decided to bring the heat and wrote a couple of chapters for you guys today. Let me know what you think about this whole chapter and the interruption 👀 What do you think about Ziarah?