Immortals After Dark 07 - Kiss of a Demon King

She liked that he didn't fear her, though many males did.
    She felt herself getting caught up, lowering her defenses. When she moaned, he seemed to be losing himself as well, a growling sound breaking from his chest.
    Grazing his torso with her bared breasts, she murmured against his lips, "Rydstrom, put your hands on them. You know you want to feel me once more."
    With a defeated groan, he covered her flesh. The heat and texture of his palms shocked her. A warrior's hands, callused from his sword hilt. As he kneaded her, he took her mouth again, flicking her tongue with his.
    When he pinched one nipple-hard, angrily-she gave a cry, anticipating pain; instead, pleasure flooded through her body.
    What a surprise.
    He pinched the other one until both peaks were plump and swollen. Then he grazed his flattened palms over them, up and down, his callused skin rasping her 1

    tender flesh.
    He drew his head back. "Your eyes are turning blue." A timbre of pure masculine satisfaction marked his tone. "You like my touch, female."
    I do. They were strangers, he knew nothing about her, but the way he stroked her was perfection.
    Her breasts grew heavy under his ministrations, her sex damp. She'd waited so long for this.
    For him. She was so close to finally knowing what it would be like to have a man moving inside her. "More, demon."
    He turned her so that her back was against his chest. Still fondling her breasts, he leaned in to run his face against hers, his breaths hot at her ear. When his big shaft prodded her, he ground it against her.
    One of his hands trailed down her belly toward her sex. Her hips rocked up in invitation, but he teased his fingers at the line of her panties.
    "Mmm. Touch me there, demon." She trembled with anticipation as his hand slowly inched inside her panties. Illusions of fire began to appear, but she extin-guished them .. . barely.
    Finally his fingers smoothed through her small I triangle of curls. He hissed in a shocked breath to I find she was shaven everywhere below it. His voice I gravelly, he said, "So soft . . .
    will I find you wet, I sorceress?"
    When he dipped into her slick folds, she moaned with pleasure. His body tensed against hers, and he muttered a harsh curse. "You're ready for me."
    He spread her moisture to her swollen clitoris, then rubbed it with two fingers, circling again and again. There was no hesitation-he was deliberate, but agonizingly slow.
    "It wouldn't take much to make you come on my hand." As he fingered her flesh more aggressively, her eyes slid shut on a wordless cry. She was on the brink, scarcely noticing him raising the arm he held her with-Until it was constricted around her neck in a choke-hold, cutting off her air.
    She dug her nails into his arm. He didn't budge. Can't breathe . . . can't. . .
    "I can play dirty, too." He let up his grip just enough for her to catch a gasping breath.
    "Scream for a guard."
    "Don't need to ... one's here."
    An illusion of a masked guard appeared from the shadows with his sword raised, swinging for the demon's neck. Rydstrom released her, shoving her away to defend himself.
    Once clear, Sabine flipped her ring open, loosing her sleeping powder, then crept behind Rydstrom. As she let the illusion fade, she whispered, "Behind you."
    When the demon twisted around, she blew the powder up into his eyes. "If you're going to act like an animal, then you'll be kept like one."
    He gave her a blind look of pure hatred. "You little bitch!" Then he crashed to the floor.

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    ome see my new pet up close," Sabine told Lanthe when her sister returned from court, inviting her to pull up a chair as they watched her servants stripping
    the demon.
    Only Sabine's most trusted attendants were here, Sorceri slaves that were known as Inferi-literally "those who dwell below." She had dozens of males and females at her disposal.
    "Quickly!" Sabine clapped at them. "Before he i rouses." Two removed his jacket while one built a fire in the cell's grate. Still another poured sweet wine for Sabine and Lanthe. Out of habit the sisters both sniffed for poison before drinking.
    "Did you tell everyone at court?" Sabine asked.
    "I did," Lanthe said. "Now, what happened here? And why is he still dressed?"
    Sabine summarized the events, ending with, "After he tried to strangle me, I dosed htm."
    "You're a mistress of deception, and he got the drop on you?"
    "He's an exceedingly clever kisser," she said defensively.
    "You don't seem too angry about this."
    "He