It was the struggle that served to arouse him even more. It was her nails scraping along his wrists, the way her immediate fear permeated the air and fueled the literal fire that burned between them. He wanted her. He wanted to crush her windpipe and drag her limp, barren body into a crushing embrace. He wanted to kill her, to eat her alive. To make her regret.
Her pleas, though demanded from her, did nothing to satiate his intense sadism.
Smiling slowly, the demon King leaned forward, nosing the crook of her neck, nipping at his own fingers playfully before turning his attentions to the sensitive lobe of her ear. He fiddled with it a bit, dabbing at it with his tongue, loosening his hold just slightly as if to encourage her efforts.
And then his grip closed almost completely. His hands were large and sensuous, and wrapped easily around Lust's neck. Had the touch been gentle, it would have been erotic. Now, it was nothing short of terrifying. He dipped his lower torso down, slanted, jagged edges.
"That's not good enough."
Ever the strict teacher. Sure, Lust had said the appropriate words, but...
He squeezed again, no doubt leaving bruises, then slid his free hand around and placed the palm of it along her stomach. Low. Just above inappropriateness. Right where the spawn would lie.