Immortals After Dark 07 - Kiss of a Demon King

began kissing her neck desperately, she frowned up at the sky-he was kissing her as if he'd missed her. Just as his loneliness had called to her, now his yearning did.
    "But you won't be for long."
    He was already erect, and when he ground his shaft against her, a shock of pleasure jolted through her. She was getting caught up, his excitement fueling her own.
    Wait . . . What did he mean by won't be for long? Planning on converting her to his side, changing her? Always wanting to change me!
    He took her mouth, his firm lips crushing hers.
    Before she got lost in the frenzy of his kiss, she nipped his bottom lip hard.
    He hissed a curse as he bolted to his feet. Grabbing her by the waist, he hauled her over to a flat boulder. When he sank down on it, he laid her across his legs.
    "What are you doing?" With her hands tied, she could do nothing to prevent him.
    "Keeping my promises." Just as she realized what he was talking about, he shoved her skirt up to her waist.
    "Rydstrom, just wait!" She wriggled when he yanked her panties to her ankles. "Demon-"
    He brought his palm down with a loud slap. It stung, but it sounded worse than it felt.
    This was his revenge? Would he mind if she slept through it? "Is that all you've got, demon?
    Was that punishment or affection? I'm confused-"
    Whap! She whistled in a breath on that one, writhing over his lap. Another slap, followed by stinging pain, then another. His other hand was kneading her thigh. He was excited by this, heaving his breaths.
    And something began to happen to her. To her amazement, she was growing aroused. What was it about the demon? Would there ever be a time when he couldn't make her want him?
    Maybe like right now, when he was spanking her ass and seemed a razor's edge away from throttling her?
    But she was hyper-attracted to strength, and the demon was the strongest male she'd ever encountered. She'd never forget him fighting those guards-the ferocity within him. . . .
    With his next slap, her cry turned to a moan, bewildering her. Even he hesitated.
    She was a true daughter of the Sorceri-a hedonist who would take her pleasure where she found it. Here she was in the wilds of the realm, captive of a demonic being, receiving blows-and her illusions of fire were already lighting the night.
    What a surprise, she thought, with the faintest smile.
    She maneuvered over his lap, easing her knee to the side, spreading her legs. His body grew still. His hand hesitated in midair. All she could hear was his ragged breaths.
    Then he gave a harsh groan as he leaned back to see between her legs. "Touch you ..."
    She nodded. At the first contact, she cried out, then moaned when he delved one of his big fingers inside her. Had he just freed his shaft? She could feel that he'd begun stroking himself beneath her.
    In and out went that seeking finger. "Getting so wet" he rasped. "Sorceress, you drive me . . .
    mad. ..."
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    Rydstrom was deep in that twilight between reason and instinct, where nothing made sense. He was losing control with her and couldn't savor it more.
    He'd escaped with her. At last. Just thinking of her as his prisoner-his possession-made him want to bellow with triumph.
    With her wild plaits flowing down her back and the metal adorning her body, she looked as wicked as she acted, taking the slaps-and raising her ass for more. And now she needed to come, badly. Her fires were already burning.
    This is ecstasy.
    He worked a second finger inside her hungry sheath. "So tight. Hot." Her flesh glistened, gripping his fingers. "And virgin no more."
    With his other hand, he worked his fist up and down his shaft, until it throbbed to release its seed. He let his fingers slide out of her only long enough to turn her over so he could see her face.
    There was no shame and no fear. With her eyes half-lidded, she lay across his lap, tilting her hips up, wantonly using his fingers. So beautiful. . . so fierce. Mine.
    That still-unfamiliar pressure within his shaft mounted, the sensitive crown rubbing against her ass. Pleasure so extreme it's pain.
    His muscles tensed, his body readying to come. He roared to the sky, beginning to ejaculate against her ass. On and on it continued while he yelled, pumping hard jets, his hips jerking uncontrollably beneath her.
    She gasped, then moaned low. The sound of that drew forth from him a last explosion that landed between her spread legs. Even marked like this, she was writhing, moaning, about to come . ..
    But he removed