CHAPTER 4
VICTORIA
I was still trembling, slick dripping down my thighs, his seed heavy inside me. My legs wouldn’t close, not with how wide he had split me.
He didn’t let me rest. No—Azareth was too hungry.
His horns scraped the low ceiling as he leaned closer, his crimson eyes glowing like embers. The corners of his lips pulled into something cruel, beautiful, terrifying.
“You took me like a bride, little offering,” he said, his voice deep enough to rattle my bones. His massive hand slid over my chest, covering me completely, before dragging down to my stomach. He pressed his palm there, right over my womb, possessive. “Now I’ll make sure you can never forget who owns you.”
I swallowed hard, my voice barely steady. “I already—”
His clawed finger pressed to my lips. “Don’t speak li
