Chapter 84 Chapter Thirty One (Final II)

Chapter 84 Chapter Thirty One (Final II)
Valen’s mouth crushed against mine, hard, claiming, teeth grazing, tongue dragging, while one hand pressed into my hip and the other tangled in my hair like he was anchoring me to him—anchoring me to this inevitable, sinful disaster. My body arched, pressing into him, desperate, needy, and wet.

He didn’t just kiss me. He took me. Every gasp, every moan, every shiver he pulled from me was his to command. My knees buckled, and he caught me, grinding me fully against him, cock teasing, making every nerve ending in molten fire.

“You’re mine,” he growled, teeth against my jaw, lips brushing my ear. “Every inch, every drop, every sound you make—it belongs to me. Do you understand, Salem?”

“Yes…” I gasped, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. My body was on fire, soaked, slick, shivering, trembling… and I needed him deeper.

He chuckled, low, cruel, satisfied. “Good. That’s exactly right. And now, you’re going to feel exactly why I’ve starved for you.”

His hand slid between my thighs, fingers teasing the slick that had pooled for him hours ago, teasing my clit, stroking me slow and torturous, just to see how helpless I’d get before he finally buried himself inside me. I whimpered, pressing into his chest, nails digging into his shoulders, and he laughed—a dark, hungry laugh that shook my core.

“I’ve waited for this,” he murmured, voice thick with sin. “Weeks. Weeks without you, without claiming you. And now…” His fingers dipped lower, teasing, sliding a finger inside me, slow, deliberate, stretching, testing. “…now, I take. All of you. Right here. Right now.”

He pressed forward, and finally… he plunged inside me.

Hot. Hard. Perfect. Every inch filling, stretching, claiming. My scream was torn from my throat, raw, desperate, echoing off the walls. He held me against him, hips grinding, hand in my hair, the other clutching my waist like he’d never let go.

I arched against him, head thrown back, chest pressing into his, my body trembling, soaking, screaming, and he didn’t slow. He buried himself deeper, harder.

Lucian… he was there, silent, taut, restrained, and it only fueled the fire between us. I could feel his eyes, his presence, his impossibility… and it made me wetter, louder, more feral. Valen thrived on it, dragging me over the edge again and again, teasing, punishing, claiming.

“Say it,” Valen hissed, grinding his hips into mine, holding me tight, lips pressing to my neck, teeth grazing. “Say you belong to me. Say it, now.”

“I… I’m yours!” I screamed, voice breaking, nails digging into him, thighs clenching, trembling. “All yours! Please… I’m yours!”

“That’s right,” he growled, thrusting harder, faster. “Say it while I fuck you like the filthy little thing you are, and I swear… I will own every last shiver, every last moan, every last drop you give me tonight.”

I came first, hard, screaming, trembling, clinging to him, my body folding over, melting, screaming, slick with need and surrender.

He didn’t stop. He kept moving, relentless, grinding, burying himself deeper, harder, making me beg, choke, scream for release again and again. Each thrust tore my breath, my voice, my sanity. I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t want to.

“Mine,” he growled again, voice a velvet blade against my skin, shoving me down into ecstasy after ecstasy, claiming, marking, obliterating any restraint left in me. “Every part of you… all mine.”

I cried, moaned, begged, shattered, and he devoured it all, riding me into madness.

Valen’s kiss changed before I could even breathe.
One second he was human enough to fool the world—skin warm, mouth sinful, body pressed against mine like a man desperate for the woman he’s wanted for years.

But the moment he flipped me over and slid inside me a second time—
the moment he finally claimed me—
his restraint shattered.

A low, rumbling growl vibrated through his chest and down my spine, and the surrounding air rippled. Heat poured from him, thick, suffocating, intoxicating, like the world itself bowed to what was happening.

He thrust into me again—deep, hard—and my back slammed into the wall behind me. His hands dug into my hips, fingers stretching wider, stronger, until it felt like claws were curling around my waist.

“Salem…”
His voice wasn’t just a voice anymore.
It was layered—human, demon, sin—three tones speaking at once, vibrating through my bones.

His body grew against mine.
His chest broadened.
His height stretched.
His muscles thickened beneath my hands, swelling, tightening, rippling like something ancient and powerful was pulling itself up from the depths of hell.

I gasped as his thrusts grew stronger—impossibly strong—lifting me higher against the wall, fucking me deeper, harder, hotter.

“Don’t… wait…fuck” I breathed, already trembling.

He laughed—
dark, wicked, hungry.

“Haven’t even started, little sin.”

I felt his horns break through the glamour first—
long, curved, smooth obsidian emerging from his temples, glowing at the edges like they were carved from heated volcanic glass.

His hair lengthened, falling wild around us.
His eyes blew open into molten gold and black—no whites, no humanity—just pure lust incarnate.

When he thrust again, my breath was punched from my lungs.

He was bigger now—
Thicker, longer, stretching me in a way that was almost impossible, almost unbearable—
almost. I felt pain, my vaginal walls bruising because of his size. Pleasure also coursed through my whole body in waves. Both flooding my senses and keeping me on edge.

I took him deeper.
I wanted it.
My body opened for him like it had been made for this moment alone.

“Look at you,” he growled, voice shaking the wall, his horns brushing my forehead with every thrust. “Taking this form so well. So wet. So perfect. So fucking ready for what I really am.”

His hand slid to my throat, holding—not choking—just anchoring me there, forcing me to look into the glowing Hellfire of his eyes while he impaled me again and again on his cock.

My cry echoed through the room.

His wings burst out next—
huge, dark, leathery things that stretched wide enough to block the moonlight streaming through the windows.
The wind from their opening hit my skin, cold and sharp, raising every hair on my body.

I shook in his grip.

“Valen—”

“No.”
His lips crashed against mine, fangs grazing my lower lip.
“You’re not calling me by the name I use for mortals. Not when you’re taking the demon of Lust inside you.”

He pulled out slowly—torturously slow—letting me feel every inch leaving me…
And then slammed back into me so deep I screamed.

His horns lit up.
His skin flushed darker.
His muscles rippled with demonic power.

“Say it,” he growled, low and primal.
“Say my real name while I ruin you.”

“I— I don’t—”

He thrust again, harder.
My body folded against his, thighs shaking, nails dragging down his chest, sparks of heat flooding me.

“Asmodeus,” he whispered into my mouth, voice sinful.
“Say it, little sin.”

“As—Asmodeus—”
The name broke on a moan.

His entire body reacted.
His wings snapped open wide.
His hands clamped down on my thighs.
His cock pulsed inside me.

“Ohhh fuck, yes…”
His voice was a growl of pure hellish pleasure.
“Say my name while I claim you. Say it again.”

“Asmodeus—!”

He lifted me off the wall and slammed me onto the table behind him, never pulling out—still pounding into me, faster now, harder, the table scraping loudly against the floor under the force.

The demon’s skin heated, hotter and hotter, like sparks of fire were flaring under the surface. He wasn’t hurting me—he was burning want into my skin.

“You’re mine,” he snarled, pushing my legs wide with inhuman strength, his wings folding around us like a cage, trapping me in heat and shadow and lust. “Your body, your moans, your pleasure. All of it. Mine.”

He fucked me so fast, the table shook beneath us.
My vision blurred.
My breath shattered.
My nails broke against his shoulders.

“Come for me,” he growled, leaning down, lips brushing my throat.
“Come on the this form. Show me how well you take Lust itself.”

I broke—
loud, messy, trembling violently in his arms.

He caught me, growling in triumph, holding me there while wave after wave tore through me. But he didn’t stop. No. He kept going, harder, faster, fucking me straight through my orgasm, dragging me toward another one, and another.

My voice cracked.
My thighs shook uncontrollably.
My body was slick and shaking and begging.

“Asmodeus— please— I can’t—”

“Yes you can,” he snarled, pupils dilated until there was nothing left but black hunger. “You’re mine. You’ll take everything I give. You’ll scream for me again.”

He flipped me suddenly—effortless—and slammed me face‑down on the table, wings wrapping around my back, horns brushing my shoulder, his body pinning me there like a beast claiming its mate.

“Now…”
He thrust into me again, deeper than before, hips snapping, claws gripping my waist.
“…I’m going to fuck you like the sin you were born to awaken.”

And as he took me—
as his demon form devoured every thought and sound I had—
I realized something terrifying and thrilling:

I wasn’t afraid.
I wanted this.
I wanted him.
All of him.
The demon.
The sin.
The hunger.

And he knew it.
Oh, he knew it.
And it made him even darker, even hotter, even more uncontrollable.

“We’re not stopping until sunrise,” he growled, voice demonic and devastating.
“And by then… you won’t remember what it feels like not to be mine.”