Immortals After Dark 07 - Kiss of a Demon King

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    "Make me yours, demon. As your wife, I'll do anything you want me to. I'll give you anything you need to be pleasured beyond your wildest imaginings."
    When the sorceress dipped her other hand to cup him, hefting the weight of his ballocks, he groaned in fresh agony.
    A kingdom's at stake. And still he struggled to remember exactly why he couldn't have this creature. Mine. Just a taste of her. "If you can make me hunger to come like this, how do I know you haven't given me some potion to make me feel drawn to you? You could deceive me into thinking you're mine."
    She released him, going up on her knees, then leaned forward until their faces were inches apart. "Look into my eyes, Rydstrom. See me clearly. You know it's me."
    Gods, her kohled eyes were stunning, her red mouth glistening.
    "Do you still deny I'm yours?"
    "I can't know ... not without attempting you."
    "That answer was a perfect way for you to get out of saying that you don't deny it." As her gaze focused on his lips, she licked her own. "I'm going to kiss you now. And if you bite me, demon, I'll cut off your cock and feed it to the ravens."
    No simpering female here. She'd never say, "'Tis fine for you to do so, my liege." Never.
    But then, just to throw him once more, she kissed his lips tenderly, licking and coaxing until his head swam from sensation.
    Ah, gods, mine.

When she drew back, her eyes were glowing metallic blue. "I heard your thought loud and clear. You know it's me. You've accepted that I'm the one you've waited so long for."
    She'd read his mind yet again. "And you?" he snapped. "Have you 'waited' for me?"
    Her tone grew cold. "Do you expect me to be a virgin when you were out furiously attempting every skirt in your kingdom?"
    "How many males have come before me?"
    "I'm five hundred years old. Use your imagination. Does it bother you? The idea of other men petting my
    body, tasting it, penetrating it?" He felt a muscle tic in his scarred cheek, and she saw it. "Oh, it does!"
    "Just finish me."
    She gripped his shaft, stroking him once more. "Say the words, demon, and I'll do anything you want me to. How many times do you think you'd want me this first night of our marriage?
    Ten times? So many positions to try."
    He gritted his teeth to stifle the vow he was tempted to utter. The pressures battling his resistance were nearly overwhelming. Could he deny the sight of his fantasies? When unsatisfied need had built for weeks even before he'd met her? The air seethed with tension.
    "And then there's your bondage fetish to explore-"
    "I don't have a fetish!"
    "Why do you deny it-or me? What male could be expected to resist this?"
    Chin raised, he bit out, "J would be. Others would count on me to deny myself for the greater good."
    "To what end? How does denying yourself help anyone else?"
    "The sooner I do this, the sooner I die."
    "What if I told you I wouldn't kill you-I'd keep you as my pet?"
    "I'd opt for death."
    "Then I need to make it so that you want me so much, you don't even care."
    "It's good, Sabine," he rasped, trying to catch his breath as she expertly stroked him. "It's really fucking good: But it's not that good."
    Her eyes narrowed. The chamber seemed to rock once more, and wind from nowhere blew her hair. "Then you won't miss it, stubborn demon. When it goes away."
    She removed her hand and rose from the bed. "I'll keep doing this every night. I'll do it until you lose your mind from lust. You might have an indomitable will, but mine was forged in fire!
    You'll find it's more than enough to break yours."
    "You're not going to leave me like this!" He swore once more for the vilest, crudest revenge on her. Each second that passed, he hated her more and more. She was going to leave him throbbing in pain, his shaft thick with semen, his claws biting into his palms. "Come back here and finish me!"
    "I can play these games over and over, demon. As a matter of fact, I think I enjoy them."

    Gods help him, he might, too.
    Once I turn the tables.
    12
    You still look unsullied," Lanthe said when she and Sabine met upstairs, Sabine hated that word. She hated that it was never used to describe males and that she couldn't get herself sullied quickly enough. "Yes, Lanthe, I'm still pure"
    "Round two went that well?"
    For the first time since she was a young woman, Sabine experienced total bewilderment. "I've waited all this time to have a purpose, to gain power, my life on hold for centuries." She remembered wanting nothing,