The volcanic stone was jagged and searing, but Jason didn't feel the burn. He felt only the frantic, rhythmic pulsing of the demoness beneath him. He had her pinned, her wrists locked firmly against the black rock above her head, his heavy frame crushing her into the earth. The creature snarled, her eyes glowing like molten gold, her body arching violently as she attempted to buck him off. She was a whirlwind of muscle and fire, her strength immense, but Jason was an immovable object. Every time she surged upward, trying to slip a wrist free or throw her hips to displace his weight, he simply adjusted, pressing his chest harder against hers, his muscles locking her in a vice grip.
