Demon Slave (Shadow Quest Book 2) (32 page)

He shook his head.

Placing her hands on either side of this face, she forced him to look at her. “My first vision of you in the arena was days before I let you kiss me. Do you think I would have allowed that if I had seen you do something so terrible?”

She could see the hope in his eyes, his mind working to believe what she said.

“
How can you be sure?”

“
Visions of the future are foggy and unclear. This was so clear it was almost like I was there with you.”

The pain on his face broke her heart. As if he were gripping a lifeline, he clutched her tight and buried his head in the crook of her neck. She didn’t know how long they stayed like that but her eyes had grown heavy and she had stopped shivering by the time he moved again.

Gently, he lifted her to the bed and settled next to her. She nuzzled up to his chest, and he offered no protest.

Just as she was about to sink into slumber, he whispered in her ear, “I’m sorry you had to see it.”

She replied, “I’m sorry you had to live it.”

* * *

Almost as soon as his eyelids closed, Marik was asleep. His dreams were mild compared to the previous few nights, and the sweet scent of his mate eased him as his unconscious mind warred with the new idea of his past.

When light drifted in, rousing him, there was a split second of fear that she would be gone and that everything from the night before had only been a drunken delusion.

But her lovely body was draped over his in the most gratifying way. Her leg trapped one of his, her arm folded over his chest, and her head rested atop his shoulder, a mess of red hair fanned out behind her.

By the slow pattern of her breath, Marik could tell she was still asleep. He took the opportunity to marvel at her beauty. Her plump lips were slightly parted, allowing her breath to tingle across his chest. With her hair swept back, a wee pointed ear with such a delicate odd curve was revealed. He knew her body to be just as perfectly shaped under the heavy blanket.

His cock grew hard at the thought and he couldn’t help but gently palm her backside. He cursed himself when she began to stir. Then she smiled up at him as though she were pleased, making him harder still.

“
Good morning,” she drowsily mumbled and kissed his chest.

When he softly groaned, a wicked glint grew in her eyes and she did it again.

He could come from that look alone.

“
Morning,” he replied in a husky voice, shifting his hold to the crest between her legs. She let out a slight gasp, but then smiled wider.

A demanding grumble came from his stomach.

Nadua rose up concerned. “How long has it been since you’ve had something eat?”

His lips curled into an evil grin. “Far too long.” He flipped her to her back. She let out a delighted squeak and he placed himself between her legs. Her cheeks flushed when she caught his joke.

He started with her breast, licking and teasing till she moaned, circling one peak with his tongue while gripping the other. With his free hand, he felt between her legs, gratified to find her growing damp for him.

Unable to resist any longer, he slipped down her body, kissing and nipping as he went. The first taste of her exploded on his tongue and he knew then, he was a slave for her. Anything she asked he would do, if he could just keep her as his.

He delved between her folds, making her writhe. The sounds she made urged him on. She began chanting in Cyrellian, demanding him not to stop. Her tone became more frantic. Back arching, she grabbed a handful of his hair and cried out. He continued to lick her sex until her body went limp.

Needing to be inside her, he crawled up her body, but she pushed him away with her palms on his chest.

His heart dropped to his stomach. “What’s wrong?”

“
Will you forget again?”

“
I can’t be sure.”

Without another word, she crawled out from under him. He dropped his head and let her go. But before he could chastise himself for ruining the moment, she pushed him to his back so their positions were reversed.

“
What are you doing?” He watched her intently as her hands trailed down his stomach.

“
Do you remember that night in the cave? The one where Rex nearly caught us?”

He nodded.

Her fingers began playing along his shaft. “Why do you think that is? That you remember, I mean.”

Her hand wrapped around his length and she began slow strokes to the tip and back.

She wanted him to think while she was doing that?

“
I’m not sure,” he grated.

“
Well, what was different then?”

“
Damn it, woman. I don’t know.” His unsatisfied lust was making him irritable.

Her hand stilled. “I’m only trying to help,” she snapped. “Get surly one more time and I’ll stop completely. So what was different?”

He growled and pumped his hip. She began her slow, maddening movements again. The teasing wench wasn’t going to go further until he answered.

Racking his brain, he said, “I wasn’t inside you and I knew I wouldn’t hurt you. Also, I was watching you as you came so I could memorize every second.”

“
What about when you...uh...when it had been your turn?”

“
Still I watched you, your eyes had me mesmerized.” His voice was strained. Her movements distracting. “The color of the finest gem, as they are now. Woman, you’re driving me crazy.”

“
You didn’t hurt me in the pool.” She tilted her head. “But you did look away.”

“
But I thought I hurt you. I remember you went stiff and told me to stop. Everything’s a blur after that.”

Her grip tightened in reward, but she frowned. “I see. Well, you didn’t hurt me. You are quite large though, and I needed to get used to your size is all.” She paused, thinking. “Are you usually in control when you...um...with other women.”

A thrill burst through Marik when her jaw clenched in a show of jealousy.

“
Usually.” He paused. “Always, yes.”

Holding his gaze, she lowered her lips to his shaft, hovering just inches away. His breath caught.

“
Then you’re only allowed to watch. Understand?”

He nodded tightly, his shaft stiffening to the point of pain. She darted out her tongue to touch the tip and then looked at him.

He balled his hands into fists. “You can’t be teasing me, luv. I’m about to lose it.”

Then she laid out her rules. “If you touch me, I’ll stop. If you look away, I’ll stop.”

As if anything could keep his eyes off her.

He nodded again, growing impatient, and struggling to keep his control.

Her plump lips came over him and he groaned in relief. The fierce pleasure almost made his lids close but he forced them open, fearing she would be true to her word.

The amusement in her eyes said she approved of his obedience. Her full lips began sliding up and down. She pulled out slowly and then sucking him back in as her tongue did wicked things to the underside of his cock.

In a teasing tone, he said, “My mate is talented.” He worried he said the wrong thing when she paused and looked at him.

“
I’m not a...what did you call me last night?”

He felt the blood drain from his face. Had he really called his mate a whore?

“
I didn’t mean it. You must know that.”

She lifted a shoulder in a coy half shrug, giving him her profile: a picture of virginal modesty as she lovingly stroked his shaft, keeping his mind muffled by lust while trying to make him think clearly.

Sitting up, he tried to read her. Had his words hurt more than he thought? “I was just angry, and wanted to make you angry too. It was the only way I could keep myself from taking you then and there.”

As soon as he saw the mischievous sparkle in her eyes, he realized she was teasing him.

“
But then again you are showing me what an expert you are at handling a man’s—”

With a gaping laugh, she pushed him flat to the bed and fell on top of him. “You’re a jerk.” She smacked his chest. “Now I have to punish you.”

Marik chuckled. “And how does a tiny thing like you expect to punish a big demon like me?”

“
Well, now you really aren’t allowed to touch me.” She sat up, straddling him.

His gaze fell to her pert breasts and he could feel her slick against his cock. His hips involuntarily bucked, seeking her entrance.

“
Eyes up,” she commanded.

With a huff, he obeyed.

“
Arms out.”

Her delicate brow rose when he hesitated. He stretched his arms out beside him.

Then she began her slow torture. Her hands caressed his torso as her hips slowly rode him, coating him in her wetness. But she didn’t allow him in, not fully. Every now and again, she eased down on him, keeping him mad with need while showing him a hint of the pleasure she was withholding. When he moved his hips, trying to get farther inside, she scolded him and then started the torture all over again.

A thread of willpower alone kept his arms from gripping her and forcing her down his length.

“
Nadua,” he warned, when she pulled away from him once again.

“
Eyes on mine,” she ordered.

Her lids were at half-mast and her breaths were growing erratic, as though she were barely holding onto her own control.

Finally, she filled herself with all of him. His gaze was locked with hers and they both moaned as she began rocking. He grasped the edges of the bed to keep them in place. The need to touch her was almost overwhelming.

She broke eye contact when she threw her head back, arching as she began pumping her hips with fervor. Her wild red mane fell behind her, fanning his legs. A sheen of sweat glistened on her skin.

Her breasts were presented for the taking, demanding his attention. Thinking himself clever, he rose up and took one in his mouth.

She pulled away and he gave a menacing growl. He was almost overcome by his instinct to have her under him while driving into her soft flesh.

Hips still grinding, she panted, “Look at me.”

He did. They were face-to-face. The clear violet-blue of her eyes were beautiful and filled with lust. They more than captivated him.

“
Good boy. Focus on me.”

“
I need to touch you.”

“
I know.” As if to appease him in some small way, her forehead came against his and she placed her hands on his shoulders for support, grinding harder.

“
Then kiss me.”

Desperately, she did, as if she couldn’t wait another second to have his lips on hers. He took her mouth how he wanted to take the rest of her: hard and unyielding. He thrust his hips just as she came down on him, making her cry out.

Against his lips, she ordered, “Do that again.”

With pleasure
.

Together they ground their hips and moved in unison, increasing each other’s bliss. Just when he was about to spill his seed, Nadua pulled away from the kiss and held his gaze. “Touch me.”

The dam of his control broke. Instantly, she was below him, his hips thrusting into her core, one hand gripping her ass. Now he was holding her gaze as she moaned for him.

His release came hard, on the heel of her orgasmic scream. A few last pumps of his hips and they were both spent. He pulled her on top of him as he fell, exhausted, to the bed. Little sounds of contentment fluttered out of her as she molded her body around his.

Then her head flew up to look at him, her eyes searching.

Knowing what she wanted, he smiled. “There’s no way in hell I could forget that.”

Her lips curled and she lowered again to rest on his chest.

Marik lay blissfully with Nadua curled around him. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“
Hmm?” Nadua was lazily tracing her finger over his chest.

They’d been lying for hours, content in each other’s arms. Marik had never felt so sated in his life.