Demon's Kiss by Devereaux, J. (best sci fi novels of all time .TXT) 📗

A different kind of heat burned between her thighs. Herpussy 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 thighswere wet. She quivered and moaned with the need of his touch. Almost as if inanswer to that desire, an agile, long-fingered hand slid over her mound, overher throbbing clit to stroke. She trembled and sighed.

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

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

His hunger burned. He would feed. He must or, as long as shewas penned with him and with the goad of his captors’ geas—that magicalcompulsion 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 hewilled it or not. It was his nature and a gift of the venom but he would giveher 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 andcaressed it gently. She trembled and he smiled as he nuzzled her throat,breathed her scent, the marvelous fragrance of her skin, the musk of herarousal. It surrounded him. The intoxicating aroma of her desire fed hishunger, 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 herpulse 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 andbolted securely to the floor so he couldn’t use it as a weapon. His breath camehard and fast.

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

Her lustrous silver hair splayed across the pillows, framedher youthful face and streamed in lush waves across the thin mattress. Herfeatures were fine, save for a bump in her nose where it probably had beenbroken once. That small flaw gave her face a little more character, as if herstrong 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, heand she.

Beautiful.

He wished he could see it.

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

His body tightened even further in response.

He stretched out beside her on the bed and looked at her, atall 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 triangleof 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 tastingone breast with a flick of his tongue.

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

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

Curling an arm beneath her shoulders, he drew her closer andlifted 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 boltof heat shooting to Gabriel’s core. That tongue was forked but for some reasonthat didn’t disturb her in the least. In all her life she had never been kissedso sweetly, so passionately, so lovingly…or so movingly. Her heart ached. Sheneeded to get closer to him, to have every inch of his long, hard body againsthers. To hold him, touch him.

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

It was the look in his burning eyes though that caught ather—the fire in them, the passion. And something else, something she had neverthought to see.

Then his firm mouth claimed hers once again. His lips movedsoftly, sweetly, his tongue flicked lightly over her lips in entreaty, beggingentrance. Asking, not demanding. Gabriel had always wanted to be kissed likethat, so tenderly, so deeply.

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

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

Finally, she could touch him, she could touch that gleamingskin, the hard muscle beneath it that was like smooth satin warmed andstretched tightly over steel. Her hands floated over him, over his strong armsand broad shoulders, absorbing the feel of him. All she wanted was him, thattongue and that hot mouth on her breasts, on her body, desperately. Thedelicious tension inside her rose ever higher as it pulsed between her thighsto dampen them further. Need and heat, longing and desire, swelled within her.

As if she had spoken her wish aloud, his lips traced aheated trail along her cheekbone. His tongue flicked over her ear then slowlydown across her throat. That hot mouth descended toward her breast as hislambent eyes watched her, moving slowly so she would have time to anticipatethe feel of it before it closed around her nipple. And