Demon's Kiss (2 page)

That first taste of her, of her soft, fragrant skin, nearly
destroyed him.

And in that first taste he knew. He knew what she would be
to him, what she was to him. Mate, companion, the one he had waited so long to
claim but could not. The one who, in the long exile of his people, he’d never
thought to find.

Hope, impossibly, filled him.

He longed to touch. He needed her soft skin beneath his
hands. When she quivered, his battered control nearly snapped, conscious
thought was all but gone. All that existed was her, the sweet scent of her, her
warm body in his arms.

Those few short words were all the warning Gabriel had, his
voice a deep basso rumble that echoed in her bones and in it a deep, abiding
sorrow that resonated in her soul. There was a brief moment of apprehension,
surprise. For all her training, it happened so fast she had no chance to
protest or struggle and a traitorous part of her didn’t want to. She didn’t
resist, didn’t even try, as an unexpected anticipation sent a surge of heat
through her.

Pain, as bright and piercing as an arrow, speared through
her as his teeth pierced her skin to sink into muscle. A brief flash of fear,
then fear and pain were gone like vapor and in their place was the
astonishingly brilliant heat that flamed beneath her skin. It seared through
her bloodstream to set her afire as it raced through her body from her head to
her toes. She arched as the heat of it scorched through her. Had his bite
injected something into her body?

Gabriel ached, she burned, she needed desperately to be
touched and to have him touch her.

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 suckled 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.