Chapter 242

Chapter 242: Chapter 242

Dulce glared up coldly, composed despite the heat staining his skin. His memories without his heart had been baffling, naive was a rather polite way to put it.

Kath’tan bracketed him in with his arms, holding his weight off him with them. Dulce snaked an arm around his neck, forcefully pulling him down to crash their lips together.

Kath’tan was caught off guard by this, catching himself so that he didn’t drop his full weight on Dulce. The Vampire kissed him with restrained anger, like he was trying not to accidentally nick his lips with his fangs again.

He stared down at Dulce, unmoving, letting the Vampire lead the kiss. He didn’t even break away, letting Dulce do that himself, dark red and gold blond hair tangled on the sheets.

"You can scratch me if you can’t bite me," Kath’tan offered, the corner of Dulce’s lips cold against his lips.

Chest heaving, Dulce was beginning to feel the first twinges of regret lance through him. Brows dipped in anger, he wrapped his arms around the Demon, his nails dragging down the expanse of his back.

Kath’tan didn’t flinch even though Dulce could smell blood - he hadn’t held back, leaving deep bloody lines of purple on the Fiend’s dark red skin.

Instead, he grinned, "You really did."

Dulce’s expression shuttered, and in the next moment, the Demon was getting thrown against a bookshelf that stood opposite the bed.

He was unimpressed by Kath’tan’s relentless teasing, and even more unimpressed by his increasing insanity.

Kath’tan’s bloody back had hardly touched the wall when Dulce was pinned down to the bed. Both of his hands were held down, his lips claimed with far more aggression than he had kissed Kath’tan with.

The Demon always kissed like this, ravenously with a tinge of mania. It robbed Dulce of his already stuttering breath.

His hands were let go, but it made little difference when he was pressed into the bed by Kath’tan’s entire body. He could taste blood, but he was still conscious, so it was Kath’tan’s. He made a soft sound in his throat at the intensity, choking on the Demon’s tongue.

He gasped into the kiss when his bathrobe was wrenched off him, the sound of ripping fabric deafening.

It was no surprise then that Kath’tan was sent head-first into the stone wall of his room again.

Dulce half-sat up immediately, clutching his torn robe to himself, silver blue eyes gleaming with rage. "Be more gentle, you brute."

Kath’tan pushed away from the wall, happy laughter spilling from him. The only injuries he sported were the scratch marks on his back, Dulce had thrown him gently, the stone wall wasn’t even chipped.

Dulce stopped the Fiend’s sudden approach with a foot to his chest, a warning look in his silver blue eyes.

Kath’tan caught his slender ankle in a bruising tight grasp, lifting it off him so he could press a kiss to it. "You can hit me harder." He invited, meaning his words.

Dulce seriously considered it, especially when Kath’tan bit down on his ankle, the imprint of teeth visible over the red fingerprints the Demon’s cruel grip left behind.

His breath grew shaky at the sharp sensation, but he didn’t acknowledge Kath’tan’s words. Rather, he was forced to face the growing arousal he felt ever since he was first pinned down on the Demon’s bed.

That was more worrying than Kath’tan’s antics, the fact that he wasn’t put off by any of it.

His leg was put down, the hem of his silk pants covering the bruises left behind on his ankle. And before he could try to predict the Demon’s next move, the rest of his ripped robe was getting torn off his body.

Dulce rolled his eyes apathetically when he was kissed ferociously, a hand wrapping around his neck. His eyes fluttered closed at the heady pleasure; barely able to draw in a proper breath, he grew light-headed.

Kath’tan’s other hand dug into the pliable flesh of his ass through his pajama bottoms, sending an arid, pleasurable heat through him.

Dulce broke away from the kiss first, his hands clinging to Kath’tan’s tattooed wrist. The Fiend still choked him out even as his flushed chest heaved. Despite that, Dulce made no move to pull him away, crying out softly when bruises were sucked into the curve of his shoulder with the same ferocity that he had been kissed with.

He let go of Kath’tan’s wrist when the Demon pulled away from his neck to palm his ass in both hands. He sank his fingers into Kath’tan’s wild, dark hair, shuddering when the Demon moved his attention to his sensitive nipples.

Dulce tightened his grip subconsciously, wrenching Kath’tan away from him. Intimacy with the Demon felt like being eaten up by a wild beast. The love bites left on his shoulder had already turned a dark red, and long after, they still felt like Kath’tan’s lips were still on his skin.

Kath’tan lifted his gaze to look at him, his hands trailing up to cradle his waist. "Do you want to push me off?"

"Shut up." Dulce said without heat. He still had his hands in the Demon’s hair, and not caring how harsh his grip was, he used it to bring Kath’tan closer for a kiss.

The kiss was only gentle because he took the lead, but Dulce was still dissatisfied. "I really want to bite you." He muttered after pulling away.

He covered up Kath’tan’s mouth with a palm after he spoke, not wanting to hear the Demon’s response to his words. It was sure to be something detrimental to his person, and worse yet, he doubted he would be averse to it.

"Get it on with." He diverted the conversation, taking his hand away. His head was turned to the side, flushed a dark red like the hickeys scattered on his skin - his palm had come away wet.

Kath’tan gathered the Vampire into his arms then, his face buried in the curve of his neck. The fiery mark that Caedos had imprinted emanated warmth against his skin, tempting him to rip it out with his teeth.

It was almost terrifying, the intensity of the emotions the Vampire made him feel. The heartless shell of him had been enough to make Kath’tan crumble; now that he was so vibrant and willful, it burned him from the intensity.

Dulce tolerated the constricting hug for all of a few moments. "That’s not what I said."

"It’s not." Kath’tan agreed indulgently but made no move to pull away.

Right then, he felt like he was bursting at the seams. Dulce would be fine even if he lost control and sank his teeth into the Vampire’s soft, fragrant flesh, but he also knew that he would end up in the garden if he did - likely for the entirety of the night.

Dulce squirmed silently, his sensitized nipples pressed against Kath’tan’s hard chest, his arousal constricted uncomfortably.

Although he had been outrightly asking for it, when Kath’tan fulfilled his request, it completely caught him off guard. His sound of surprise was muffled against the sheets, flipped over without warning.

Dulce flinched when he lost his pants, on his front like this, his field of vision was limited, it only amplified the sensations further.

Before he could regain his bearings, his knees were tucked underneath him. Kath’tan’s clothed waist was pressed flush against the reddened skin of his ass as the Demon nipped at the base of his neck, leaving stinging marks all the way down his slender spine.

Dulce trembled slightly when a bite was taken out of his ass. It had been gentle enough not to break skin, but he felt it deep in his bones

His tousled hair was scattered over the bed, obscuring his expression. So his reaction to feeling Kath’tan’s dangerous tongue and teeth on his softened entrance was hidden from view.

Dulce’s nails tore the sheets as he clutched at it, the pleasure making him dazed. Kath’tan wasn’t any gentler with this part of him, the Demon’s tongue stabbed in deep, his furled hole sucked loose.

By the time Kath’tan pulled away, he had already stained the sheets beneath him sticky, his muffled sobs soft but not inaudible.

He didn’t lift his head, not even when he felt Kath’tan draped his body over him again and pressed heated kisses into his shoulder.

"Does it hurt?" Kath’tan spoke into the wet and heavy silence, his low voice raspy.

Even if the Demon had been teasing him, Dulce wouldn’t have been able to put himself together to retort. He felt gelatinous, barely able to keep his knees bent underneath him. So the sincerity in the question made his stomach flip.

"I would cut off your tongue if it did." Dulce gathered his wits to say, his words slurred.

Kath’tan’s eyes sparkled at the response, looking like he was actually giving it some thought. He kissed down Dulce’s back, paying special attention to the dip of his slender waist.

"It’ll grow back." He stated factually, roughly groping his ass.