Chapter 5

Urik was sitting on the cold floor of the library, his gaze fixed on the black mark that snaked along his arm. It pulsed—alive, hungry. The energy emanating from it made his skin tingle, as if thousands of tiny invisible needles were piercing beneath his flesh. A shiver ran down his spine, and he barely managed to hold back the chill.

Melek was by his side, more shadow than flesh, his face lit only by the flickers of the remaining candles.

“Do you feel it?” the demon asked, his voice low and hypnotic.

“The mark?” Urik tried to pull his arm away, but it was useless.

“Not just that. The transformation. You’re no longer just a sorcerer. There is something... new inside you.”

Urik took a deep breath, trying to grasp the last reins of his sanity.

“I didn’t choose this.”

Melek smiled—a smile that was both an invitation and a threat.

“You called me. I am the consequence of your desire. Of your thirst for power, for knowledge. And, in the end, of your loneliness.”

The sorcerer closed his eyes, remembering the clearing, the ritual, the green spark that grew like cold fire inside his body. The pain. Melek’s touch. The pleasure.

“I won’t give myself to you.”

“Not yet.” Melek stepped closer, his presence so intense Urik felt the ground tremble beneath his feet. “But you will want to.”

Urik’s breathing grew heavy. The heat burning between his legs pulsed again, strong, uncontrollable, dragging with it a wave of desire so fierce he felt his strength draining.

Melek smiled wickedly, his golden eyes gleaming in the dark.

Without hesitation, Urik leaned forward, almost instinctively, his fingers trembling as they unbuttoned the demon’s tunic. The ruddy skin was warm to the touch, smooth and firm, like the most silky, tempting velvet he had ever felt.

With fierce delicacy, Urik traced his mouth along Melek’s neck, feeling the strong pulse—the burning life hidden beneath the surface. The demon closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation.

When Urik’s lips found Melek’s groin, the demon let out a husky moan, his claws digging into the sorcerer’s shoulders, marking the skin with reddish lines. Urik did not rush—he drank in every reaction from Melek like a thirsty man, his tongue tracing slow circles at the base of the demon’s throbbing member before wrapping his lips around the tip, savoring the intense taste of sulfur and honey.

Melek arched his back, muscles tense beneath amber-colored skin, his horns scraping against the wall behind him.

“More...” he commanded, his voice a muffled roar, as his fingers tangled in Urik’s black hair, pulling hard enough to make the sorcerer sigh in pleasure.

Urik obeyed, deepening his mouth with devotion, feeling Melek’s almost unbearable heat pulsing on his tongue. Every movement was meticulous—a deep suction, a slow lick along the bulging vein, teeth grazing lightly, just enough to make the demon growl and clutch his hair even tighter.

The mark on Urik’s arm burned like live embers, each pulse synchronized with Melek’s moans. Waves of dark energy flowed between them, making the sorcerer’s skin shiver, his own body responding with uncontrollable desire. He could feel Melek’s power invading his senses—the smell of smoke and myrrh, the bitter-sweet taste in his mouth, the sound of the demon’s ragged breath, each sigh rougher than the last.

Melek pulled Urik upward, his eyes black as pitch shining with crimson light.

“I want to see you lose yourself,” he murmured, before capturing the sorcerer’s lips in a violent kiss, his tongue invading Urik’s mouth possessively, sharing his own taste between them.

With a fluid motion, Melek turned Urik against the wall, his claws sliding down the sorcerer’s back, leaving marks that would make any mortal scream. But Urik only laughed, the sound turning into a moan as the demon’s sharp teeth bit his neck, sucking the skin until drops of red blood appeared.

“You are mine,” Melek growled, his hand wrapping around Urik’s body with a mix of strength and reverence, as if he were a precious artifact—something to be dominated and adored at once.

Urik did not resist. Instead, he arched into Melek, his fingers gripping the demon’s horns, pulling him into another fierce kiss. Pain and pleasure mingled, indistinguishable, and when Melek finally penetrated him, Urik screamed, his body set aflame by the brute force of their union.

They moved in a wild rhythm, each thrust deeper than the last, Melek’s skin burning against Urik’s like a living flame. The sorcerer could feel the demon’s power invading every fiber of his being—a delicious invasion, a corruption he gladly embraced.

When climax struck them, it was like an explosion of black magic—Urik felt his veins burning beneath the skin, the mark on his arm pulsing in unison with Melek’s spasms. The demon buried his teeth in the sorcerer’s shoulder, marking him once more, while the murmurs between them turned into words of power, sealing their bond with an ancient oath.

“No heaven will take you back now,” Melek whispered, lips stained with scarlet blood.

Urik smiled, exhausted and triumphant.

“I never wanted heaven.”