Immortals After Dark 07 - Kiss of a Demon King

that exquisite ass of yours until your pale skin is heated and throbbing from my palm. I'll chain you down in my bed, and I swear to you, I will make you beg."
    "Then I'll be sure not to free you."
    "It won't do you any good. Eventually, I'll get loose. You've drugged me. Tormented my body over and over. Held me against my will. You'll be punished for these things. And you'll pay in kind."
    "I cant free you, Rydstrom. I know you plan to use me to escape. I don't intend to lose you this eve-and I don't intend to be captured." When he was still baring his fangs, she said, "Tell me you hadn't planned to escape, and I'll free you."
    He did that steady eye-challenge thing, but he didn't
    deny it. Though she wanted to view his unwavering honesty as a weakness, he didn't look weak... he looked in control. Masculine and fierce.
    "Rydstrom, do you think I like chaining you up and using you?" At his scowl, she said, "Very well, I like it a little bit. But I'd prefer to make love to you normally. Or at least as much as your fetish would allow."
    "I don't have fetish!"
    With a flick of her hand, she made the dungeon appear to be her room, with breezes rushing in, the red and black banners whipping.
    He frowned in confusion. "This is my room."

    "Now ours. I've been sleeping in your chambers, awaiting you."
    When he took his eyes off the room, he raked his gaze over her body.
    Sabine had dressed much as she had yesterday, except the clothes were even more intricate.
    Her top was made of gold and silver, twisted and knotted to circle over her breasts, then climbing up around her neck. Her eyes were kohled with a purple so dark it was nearly black.
    "You're doing that eye-fucking thing again-would you like to see all of me?" she asked. "I could strip for you."
    At length, he gave a curt nod as if he couldn't stop himself.
    She slipped her full-length gloves from her arms, then tossed them negligently onto the floor behind her. The pop took long moments for her to unlace, and his eyes were riveted on her fingers unknotting the ties. Each second seemed to excite him more.
    "Did you choose that top because you thought I'd like it?" He was breathing harder.
    "Yes, to please you."
    When she began stripping her skirt, he ordered in a husky voice, "Slower, female." His eyes were burning, his expression so hungry. He seemed unaware that he was subtly rocking his hips.
    She eased the skirt to her ankles, kicking it away, leaving her black lace thong and thigh-highs.
    "Now those," he bit out, jerking his chin at her panties. She inched them down, teasing him to a fever pitch.
    Once she'd gracefully stepped from the thong, he grated, "Stop there." Only her headdress, choker, and hose remained. "Now turn around."
    As she did, she said, "Is this the body of a queen, or what, Rydstrom? Come on, demon.
    Admit that you like me." She faced him again. Hungry eyes, dangerous expression. Shivers danced over her.
    How could a look be so arousing to her?
    She held his gaze as she sauntered up to him. "If you cooperate with me, I intend to kiss your body from your strangely erotic horns to your toes." She climbed over his waist, and when he bucked, she grabbed his horns, stilling him. "That's not cooperating, my darling." She leaned forward and rubbed her face over the smooth surface of one.
    With a groan, he turned his own face to reach for one of her nipples, nuzzling it. But once he tugged the swollen tip between his teeth, she had a moment of alarm. He could bite her . ..
    Instead, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling, making her moan. To reward him, she ran her lips over his horn. His massive body shuddered beneath her, rattling the chains.
    When he groaned against her breast, her eyes went heavy-lidded. Fires began to light the perimeter of the chamber, stoked with each of his feverish licks around her nipple.
    With the faintest smile, she let the flames burn.
    Sabine pulled back, then brushed her mouth against one of his ears. "Demon, I would be a good lover to you." One of her delicate hands was smoothing over his chest. "I'd give you everything."
    Right now he had no doubt of that. "I don't understand you. The last time you came in here, you were hard-bitten, like you were going to battle. Now this .. ."
    No longer was her touch impersonal. It was tender, desiring . . . like he'd imagined his own female would touch him.
    "Do you still deny I'm yours?" There was an edge to her voice.
    "I deny it no longer." He blinked, shaking