Demon's Kiss Page 2

His forked tongue flicked over the skin of her throat, tickled erotically against her ear as his tail twined around and between her legs and caressed her sinuously as it glided warmly over her skin.

  Power of some kind flared, shimmered across Gabriel’s skin. Her clothes were suddenly gone, her body bared to him and she finally had her wish as a clawed hand closed around her breast. Longing swelled within her. Those sharp claws scratched lightly at sensitized skin as his thumb brushed over her nipple. She cried out as pleasure streaked from her breast to her core. Her pussy flooded instantly. Desire roared through her, nearly blinding her with its intensity.

  Her hands clenched tightly over his muscular forearms. His hot skin was close against her back, his long, thick cock pressed warmly against her bottom like a brand.

  A different kind of heat burned between her thighs. Her pussy ached. Her breasts swelled against and into his big hands, filled them. She arched to give him more of them as her pussy pulsed and creamed. Her thighs were wet. She quivered and moaned with the need of his touch. Almost as if in answer to that desire, an agile, long-fingered hand slid over her mound, over her throbbing clit to stroke. She trembled and sighed.

  Desire flared, warred with pure lust and then his finger dipped inside her.

  Asmodeus groaned to find her so damp, so tight and so ready for him.

  His hunger burned. He would feed. He must or, as long as she was penned with him and with the goad of his captors’ geas—that magical compulsion on him—sooner or later he would ravage her like a starving wolf, whatever his intentions.

  She would find her pleasure when he took her, whether he willed it or not. It was his nature and a gift of the venom but he would give her more than that. He must, for his own sake. For his own soul.

  Dipping his finger into the rich moisture between her legs, Asmodeus slid it up over the little pearl of her clit to lubricate it and caressed it gently. She trembled and he smiled as he nuzzled her throat, breathed her scent, the marvelous fragrance of her skin, the musk of her arousal. It surrounded him. The intoxicating aroma of her desire fed his hunger, stoked his need.

  The light, salty taste of her skin was marvelous, wonderful. Asmodeus savored it as his tongue fluttered over her. The sensation of her pulse hammering against his mouth, against his flicking tongue, was heady, exciting. Asmodeus hungered for her, craved her. He had to taste more of her.

  Sweeping her up in his arms, he deposited her on the cot, such as it was. The only furniture allowed to him, it was made of iron and bolted securely to the floor so he couldn’t use it as a weapon. His breath came hard and fast.

  For a moment though, he could only stand and admire the beauty of her.

  Her lustrous silver hair splayed across the pillows, framed her youthful face and streamed in lush waves across the thin mattress. Her features were fine, save for a bump in her nose where it probably had been broken once. That small flaw gave her face a little more character, as if her strong jaw, firm mouth and the fine arch of her brows above those lovely clear, sky-blue eyes did not give her enough.

  They would be like fire and ice when they lay together, he and she.

  Beautiful.

  He wished he could see it.

  Lightly, he ran a finger over the curve of her cheek, her skin so soft to his touch.

  His body tightened even further in response.

  He stretched out beside her on the bed and looked at her, at all her lovely, lush curves. Unable to resist, he caressed her firm breasts, ran his hand over her toned belly. He sifted his fingers through the triangle of dark, silver-tinted curls between her thighs. As white as the finest ivory, her skin glowed beneath the harsh lights.

  As hungry as he was, he feasted his eyes first, just tasting one breast with a flick of his tongue.

  In wonder, Asmodeus touched her cheek again, as her eyelids fluttered and she reached a hand up to touch his face. He slowly lowered his mouth to hers.

  He drowned himself in that kiss, in her soft lips, in the taste of her, the movement of her mouth beneath his. When she nibbled lightly at his lower lip, his body tightened in response. He breathed her in even as he tasted her, so fresh, so clean, so pure.

  Curling an arm beneath her shoulders, he drew her closer and lifted his head to look down at her in wonder. Asmodeus tasted her on his lips, his tongue flicking over them as he shook his head. Amazing.

  The sight of him savoring the taste of her sent another bolt of heat shooting to Gabriel’s core. That tongue was forked but for some reason that didn’t disturb her in the least. In all her life she had never been kissed so sweetly, so passionately, so lovingly…or so movingly. Her heart ached. She needed to get closer to him, to have every inch of his long, hard body against hers. To hold him, touch him.

  Looking up into that strong, sexy face, Gabriel watched his glowing eyes actually brighten and the sight of his sheer masculine beauty took her breath away. His silken hair softly slid over her shoulder as he stroked her cheek. Shivers of pleasure washed through and over her as his tongue danced over her skin.

  It was the look in his burning eyes though that caught at her—the fire in them, the passion. And something else, something she had never thought to see.

  Then his firm mouth claimed hers once again. His lips moved softly, sweetly, his tongue flicked lightly over her lips in entreaty, begging entrance. Asking, not demanding. Gabriel had always wanted to be kissed like that, so tenderly, so deeply.

  Spearing her fingers deep into his glossy hair, she drew his mouth down harder against hers and kissed him back as an unexpected and unfamiliar rush of emotion swept through her.

  He explored her mouth with his tongue, tasted every corner of it, as a small sound of need purred in the back of her throat and her hand tightened in his hair.

  Finally, she could touch him, she could touch that gleaming skin, the hard muscle beneath it that was like smooth satin warmed and stretched tightly over steel. Her hands floated over him, over his strong arms and broad shoulders, absorbing the feel of him. All she wanted was him, that tongue and that hot mouth on her breasts, on her body, desperately. The delicious tension inside her rose ever higher as it pulsed between her thighs to dampen them further. Need and heat, longing and desire, swelled within her.

  As if she had spoken her wish aloud, his lips traced a heated trail along her cheekbone. His tongue flicked over her ear then slowly down across her throat. That hot mouth descended toward her breast as his lambent eyes watched her, moving slowly so she would have time to anticipate the feel of it before it closed around her nipple. And then it did. Her back arched instantly to beg for more as ecstasy shot from the hardened peak straight to her aching pussy.

  As he fingered her clit gently, his tail fluttered ever so lightly against the delicate folds between her thighs. Heat pooled deeper in her belly, swirled there. His tail teased to the rhythm of his fingers as they toyed with her clit. It pressed, twirled at her entrance until she ached, until her hips bucked and then it slipped up inside her to flutter against her G-spot like one of her erotic toys.

  Gabriel quivered, the odd invasion of his tail within her somehow only that much more exciting.

  Her back bowed and she moaned as it tormented her delightfully and he suckled harder at her breast.

  Pleasure flooded her.

  She arched, offering her breasts to him as she spread her thighs in obvious entreaty and he seemed more than glad to answer her need.

  He suckled her, released her clit as he pulled her even closer against him and drew her breast deep into his mouth to savor her. His cock, already hard, stiffened even further against her hip.

  Pleasure streamed through her with each hard pull of his mouth on first one breast and then the other. His tail fluttered inside her as his hand slipped once again between her thighs to tease her clit. Everything inside her tightened, the delicious tension ratcheted higher and higher with each stroke, each flutter. He savored her, she could sense it in the way his mouth lingered on her, sucked and s
uckled on her breasts until her nipples were rigid, until her pussy was wet—no, drenched and aching. She moaned with the pleasure of it, her fingers locked in his silken hair and each motion of his mouth on her breasts sent brilliant sparks of delirious pleasure shooting through her.

  Bliss blinded her as he moved over her, slid down the length of her body and his knees parted hers.

  His huge, hard shaft brushed over her belly then moved lower. The broad head of it slid over her clit and her pussy clenched in anticipation of being filled but he continued down the length of her body.

  Trailing searing kisses over the curves of her breasts, he nipped lightly at them and beneath them before his mouth moved down her belly, leaving a trail of fire in its wake as his tail slipped out of her. His forked tongue fluttered inside her navel to make her quiver and moan as pleasure shot to her core and then over the sensitive skin of her hip to make her groan.

  Steeped in pleasure, she drowned in it.

  He paused to look at her, waited with his mouth just above her clit and she knew he wanted her to watch what he did to her, to watch as he pleasured her. She looked down at him between her thighs, one clawed hand on each to part them, massage them, the ebony claws so dark against her skin, his deep-red skin a brilliant contrast against her own.

  As she watched, he lowered his mouth to her. His forked tongue flicked over that delicate nub, danced over it as his beautiful, brilliant eyes glowed.

  Gabriel quivered at the evanescent touch on her swollen, sensitized clit and her pussy spasmed.

  Her mind went blank as the promise of ecstasy burned through it in a rush.

  Her body arched as Gabriel unconsciously offered herself to him.

  Keeping his gaze fixed on hers, Asmodeus deliberately flicked his tongue over the ripe, tender bud between her thighs and watched, smiling, as her body quivered with pleasure.

  Sliding his hands beneath the full roundness of her bottom, he lifted her hips to present her pussy to his mouth like a chalice, like the sacred offering that it was to his kind, and accepted the offering she made of herself.

  He rubbed her clit lightly with his thumb and felt her body tighten. His tongue speared deep inside her and he closed his eyes in pleasure as he savored her.

  The taste of her was rich, like fine cream, so sweet and delicious. He lapped at her languorously, drank her deeply as he drew it from her.

  Her body tightened inch by slow inch with each slide of his tongue over her, in her, and then she erupted.

  Every muscle in her body went taut. Her pleasure burst into his mouth and Asmodeus drank her in gratefully as her essence poured from her, as the brilliance of her, the rich effervescent glory of her flooded through him to set every part of his body alight. Now he could feed, and did, suckling hard to draw that essence from her as her pleasure filled her and him. So rich.

  She was like no woman he had ever tasted. He feasted on her, devoured her. Even as one hunger within him was appeased though, another grew ever stronger.

  His cock ached for her.

  Spirit to spirit, he called to her, his fated mate. He knew now what she was to him. Would be, if the fates were kind, if she could accept him.

  Some part of her, he knew, recognized him for who he was to her. Some part of her knew him as well as he knew her, however much her modern spirit might wonder, might doubt and question.

  In those long-ago times when his kind had freely roamed this plane of existence, the lives of humans had been far too short for such hesitation. There were no tales of uncertain lovers then for they had given of themselves passionately, freely, knowing the value of each short moment of life and so they wasted none of it.

  She would too, in time.

  Look at me, he commanded.

  Eyes—a pale ethereal blue—like the skies of this plane of existence, his ancient ancestral home, fluttered open. They focused briefly on him. It was all Asmodeus needed—that one moment of recognition.

  Gabriel looked up into his beautiful face as he rose above her, as he settled his hips into the cradle of hers. She felt his heavy cock brush against her folds, settle there. His ruby eyes glowed brilliantly.

  In all her life she had never seen anything so magnificently male, so incredibly masculine as him with his rampant cock poised at the entrance to her slick channel. The long, gleaming flow of his ebony hair framed the perfect lines of his face, streamed down over the strong curves of his magnificent chest. Every taut, rounded muscle was sharply limned in torchlight as he braced himself above her. His skin gleamed like polished wood, the black patterns flowed beneath it like eddies in water. His pecs were tightly flexed, as were the strong muscles of his arms, the taut washboard of his belly.

  The rounded head of that immense cock—so big, so long, so lovely—spread her, stretched her as he breached her. She was certain she’d never taken anything that large inside her before but she yearned for it. Her pussy creamed as her hips tilted to take him. She wanted him, wanted that long hard cock deep inside her.

  Slowly, inexorably, Asmodeus pressed his cock into her, guided it with his fist. She was so deliciously tight, so very wet. He shuddered with the effort to maintain control. For a moment, he had to pause just to savor the sweet sensation of her tightness around the broad head of his cock, and to rein himself in.

  He watched her eyelids flutter as her body writhed and reveled in having his cock inside her, in the need to take more of him. Ecstasy was evident in every line of her lovely face, in her parted lips—curved in a slight smile of wonder, of delight.

  That fired him.

  The pleasure of it. Of the slick walls of her channel stretched around him in a tight caress as he pushed into that delicious warmth nearly blinded him. He had to have more, needed to be all the way inside her, to fill every inch of her.

  Settling one hand on her shoulder, he drove deeper.

  He groaned with the sheer pleasure of his cock plunging into her to rub against the very top of her pussy. He shifted his body and reveled in feel of her.

  His cock stretched Gabriel to her fullest, a sweet delicious friction as inch by long, thick inch he took her, pushed inside her. She wrapped her legs around his and drove her hips upward to take him deeper still.

  She was so full of him.

  In wonder Gabriel laid a trembling hand on her belly. She could have sworn she could feel the thickness of his cock inside her. She pressed and moaned when pleasure washed through her.

  She looked up into his beautiful face, the face of a fallen angel. His brilliant eyes sparkled as their gazes met and his mouth curved into a smile.

  Catching her hands, he held them to the metal frame of the bed until she grasped it. Her eyes widened as she looked at him and her pussy clenched around him as she understood what it was he wanted.

  Bracing herself, she nearly wailed when he pulled almost out of her, before he thrust in a little. She nearly sobbed with the need to be filled with his cock again. Her hips bucked. She wanted to beg.

  Grasping her ankles, he spread them and waited until she looked up at him.

  In one smooth thrust he slammed his cock hard and deeply into her. She cried out as her back bowed and her body shuddered, as her hips bucked in response to the pleasure that rushed through her.

  He pulled almost all the way out once again, only to slide slowly back in, to press deeper. She writhed around his cock buried so completely within her. Her pussy clenched as heat raced through her, her pulse pounding.

  He fucked her hard and steadily. His speed increased with each thrust as his hips shifted, as he worked his cock inside her. Strong hands held her ankles apart, her knees bent, spreading her to take his long, thick shaft, his eyes half-closed with his own pleasure, every magnificent line of his body rigid with control.

  His hard cock driving into her shredded the last bit of Gabriel’s restraint. Her hips pumped as she strained, fought to take all of him—every long, thick inch.

  Beyond any sensation other than pleasure, Gabriel rode him
.

  She went wild as ecstasy streaked through every limb with every thrust of his huge cock inside her. Her hands locked tightly on the frame of the bed. She was desperate for him.

  Control snapped. Asmodeus hammered into her, battered into that sweet tightness, into her delicious wet heat. Each thrust, each withdrawal made his blood pound more fiercely, his cock swell even thicker, every thrust stretching her more. The slippery friction around his cock was sheer ecstasy. He couldn’t stop, he needed to go deeper, harder—no longer truly aware as he fed on everything she gave him.

  With one hand braced on her shoulder, the other on the bedframe, he rammed up into her as she held against him, so strong for all her diminutive size.

  One last feast.

  Asmodeus struck.

  He drove his fangs into her slender throat. His venom pumped into her once again even as her hot blood, rich with her pleasure, burst into his mouth. His mouth closed on her and he took a long mouthful to savor—drank of her deeply, gratefully, the rich heady taste of her was brilliant, effervescent. Bliss filled him on every level, poured through him. Her body bucked beneath him and her tight channel clenched around his throbbing, pulsing cock.

  Another burst of pleasure shot through Gabriel as Asmodeus’ mouth closed on her throat, as his fangs plunged into her again, as he pierced her in yet another way. Something burst into her bloodstream where those fangs penetrated her and a rush of heat seared through her. In some strange way she could feel his pleasure as he fed on her. The caress of his mouth as he sucked on her set her nerves afire. She shuddered violently as pleasure raced through her with each pull of his mouth on her throat.

  It seemed as if her orgasm would never end, as if he drank it in and drew it out until she could only shudder helplessly and endlessly beneath him.

  It was simply another layer of bliss when the amazing heat of his cum burst inside her and flooded her pussy with its warmth.

  Asmodeus threw back his head and roared as he filled her with his cum, his body rigid as ecstasy ripped through him.