The Demon’s Claim

Sexual content ahead: Readers discretion advised

Odetta's eyes widened in horror as she relived the moment.

The crack of gunfire, the bullet striking Cassiano's chest, the impact sending him stumbling back.

But instead of crumbling, Cassiano charged forward, tackling the gun man. His movements were fluid, almost inhuman.

How is this possible?

Odetta thought, stunned. He was shot point-blank.

The scene unfolded before her like a slow-motion nightmare. Cassiano disarmed the attacker, his strength and agility defying the severity of his wound.

Odetta's mind reeled. Is he wearing a bulletproof vest? No, the blood spreading across his chest said otherwise.

Despite the wound, Cassiano continued fighting, his strength and agility unparalleled…Odetta watched in awe as he dispatched the attackers with ease.

He parried blows, landed precise strikes, and took down multiple assailants simultaneously. His movements were fluid, almost choreographed, as if he'd fought Countless battles before.

The sheer number of attackers began to overwhelm him. Odetta's heart sank, thinking she'd loose him.

But Cassiano refused to yield.

As the fight raged on, Odetta's vision began to blur. Her head spun, and her knees buckled.

"Who is Cass, really?" She whispered, her voice fading.

Everything went dark as she collapsed into unconsciousness.

...…..

Odetta's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself in Cass' room. She sat up with a start, disoriented.

Cass stood across the room, his transformation taking her breath away. Gone was the battered fighter, in his place was a stunningly handsome man.

He wore a crisp white shirt accentuating his chiseled physique paired with matching pants. His hair was slicked back, revealing piercing eyes. One hand rested in his pocket, exuding confidence.

"What the hell happened?" Odetta asked, her voice laced with confusion.

Cass' gaze locked onto hers. "You don't remember?" He raised an eyebrow.

Odetta shook her head, trying to clear the haze.

"You fell off the bike," his tone low and soothing.

Odetta's gaze drifted to his face, then to his clothes. "How did I get here?" She asked, her memories hazy.

He approached her, his eyes locked onto hers. "I brought you here. You were unconscious."

Her thoughts swirled, trying to recall the events. She remembered going to Cass' house, and he taking her for a thrilling spin on his bike but everything after that was a blur.

"You need rest," He strode towards her, his face inches from hers.

Odetta's slender hands instinctively reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a sultry smile.

His eyes flashed with surprise, then desire. "Odetta," he whispered, his voice velvety.

Her fingers moved deftly, unbuckling Cass' belt and unbuttoning his pants. As the fabric parted, she gasped, her eyes widening.

Cass' erection sprang free, it's rigid length taking her breath away. Her cheeks flushed, her pulse racing.

"Fare l'amore, con me tesoro." (Make love to me, darling). His voice laced with desire. His hands cradled her face, thumbs tracing her jawline.

She sank to her knees, her eyes locked on Cassiano's...

She parted her lips, taking him in with a gentle eagerness. Cass' moan was raw and primal, his body trembling with pleasure. Odetta's pace quickened, her tongue dancing around him.

As she increased her pace, his hands tangled in her hair, fingers twisting tugging gently, as if urging her deeper. Odetta's gaze remained fixed on his, her hazel eyes blazing with passion.

Cass' hips bucked, his breath ragged, his whispers urgent. "Odetta, mio dio….you're killing me." (My God).

Odetta's fingers dug into his thighs, pulling him closer, as if starving for more.

As Cass' release subsided, her eyes sparked with satisfaction. She licked her lips, savoring the moment.

Her smirk grew as she devoured the sight of his chiseled physique; the defined abs, smooth chest, and lingered erection.

She stripped down to her bra and panties, her confidence radiant.

Cass' beckoned her to his bed, his eyes burning with desire. Unfastening her bra's front clasp, he freed her soft mounds.

His mouth claimed one breast, his tongue swirling, as his hands tenderly pleasured the other. Odetta's moan filled the air, her body arching into his touch.

Cass' lips left a trail of hickeys and bite marks, each gentle bite sending shivers down her spine.

Releasing one breast with a soft pop, he lavished attention on the other, his fingers dancing across her skin.

His lips traversed her belly, descending with tender precision. As he reached the apex of her thighs, Odetta body trembled with anticipation.

His fingers brushed against her panties, finding the sensitive nub. Gently, he stroked her clit through the fabric, eliciting a shuddering breath.

She moisture had already prepared for his touch. With deft fingers, he slid her panties down, exposing her vulnerable flesh.

His mouth claimed her, his tongue dancing across her folds. Odetta's moans grew louder as he savored her juices.

His fingers grasped her hips, holding her in place as he devoured her.

Odetta's world narrowed to the inferno building within. Her legs parted wider, inviting him deeper.

Cass' response was primal, his mouth claiming her with savage intensity.

As he pulled away, Odetta's body yearned for his return. "Do you really want this?" He asked.

She nodded, her eyes locked onto his.

Cass' positioned himself, his tip teasing her entrance. Slowly, he slid in, allowing her to adjust to his size.

Odetta's breath hitched, her body stretching to accommodate him.

Then he began to move, his thrust deliberate and deep. "Fuck." Odetta moaned, her voice lost in pleasure.

His hand slipped between them, his fingers finding her clit. He spat on his hand, the moisture heightened her sensitivity.

As he rubbed her, Odetta's breast bounced with each impact, nipples straining towards the ceiling.

Cass' fingers danced across her clit, teasing her towards release.

Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. Their bodies merged, a blur of sweat-slicked skin and racing hearts.

Suddenly, his movements slowed. He gazed into Odetta's eyes, his own burning with intensity.

"Cum with me," he whispered.

Her response was immediate. Her climax shattered her, waves of pleasure crashing over her.

Cass' release followed, his body shuddering as he emptied into her.

He collapsed beside Odetta, their labored breathing synchronizing.

Odetta's thoughts drifted to their unprotected intimacy. "We didn't use protection," She murmured.

Cass' expression turned solemn. "I lost control. Forgive me."

"I'm on the pill. But next time, let's be prepared."