She remained in his hold longer than she expected. He did not kill her friend, so there was no reason for her to be suicidal. When he finally let go and gave her a breathing space, though, the demon's hands were still around her.
Rayven stared down at his beloved, hurt right under his watch. His hands carefully ran along the red bruise marks around her neck and on her shoulders and chest, he made sure his talons did not harm her in any way. The girl just stared at him as he examined every part of her body until his hands cupped her face again. His eyes linger on her blood stained mouth.
His jaw clenched tight. If not for her little stunt to save her pathetic excuse of a friend, she would have been dead and paid for every pain she caused to his precious girl. The demon wrapped his arms around her waist for the second time, bringing her head to lay on his chest as he hugged her tight to himself.