Kain’s large body nestled on top of hers, his panting breaths huffing against her ear as he curled his warm shape around her, protecting every inch of her quivering skin.

They lay like that for a long while as they both came down from the intense mating high. Only instead of just the usual lethargic endorphins swarming her system, Selma felt her energy slowly return. Her limbs were not nearly as heavy as they’d been before he mounted her, and though her mind hummed with sated satisfaction, she didn’t have to struggle just to stay awake.

The wonders of demonic semen.

She smiled wryly at that thought, because while it was clearly giving her the energy she needed, it was also making a hell of a mess between her thighs. She felt sticky and full, but it was far from uncomfortable. He was hers, body and soul, and he belonged inside of her, around her—even when he looked like a monster. It didn’t matter. He was her Kain.

“I still love you,” she murmured, coughing to clear her throat when it ground out hoarsely from all her screaming. “You said to wait and see until after you’d fucked me. Well… I still love you.”

The demon stiffened on top of her, and she heard his breath catch for a moment before…

“You’re high on hormones.”

Selma rolled her eyes at his dismissive grunt. “Fucking hell, Kain. Is it that hard to believe?”

He snorted, then lifted off her, slowly pulling his cock from her leaking pussy. She gritted her teeth when his ridges caught on her entrance before finally popping out, leaving her feeling unpleasantly empty.

“Don’t worry about this, Selma. I’m not some lost little kid in need of love.”

She turned—somewhat carefully as her abused abdomen protested the movement—and glared up at him. He’d gotten off the bed and was in the process of straightening out his shirt and zipping up his pants, all while carefully avoiding her gaze.

Both anger and pity burned in her stomach. He was so goddamn infuriating. She knew why he was doing this—why he was so adamant that she couldn’t love him. But if she could get over her childhood trauma of being haunted by monsters because of him, if she could mate with him despite everything that had been done to her, he would have to get over his abandonment issues. Right fucking now.

“Get down here.”

Her sharp tone made him glance at her, surprise evident on his harsh features. The demon Lord was undoubtedly not used to getting ordered around like this.

“Get down here, now.” She sat up on the bed and pointed to the crumpled up sheets in front of her.

Slowly he obeyed, likely more from sheer surprise at her change in mood than any feelings of actual intimidation.