Immortals After Dark 07 - Kiss of a Demon King

ran his horns against her neck. "Without you. No longer."
    He clasped her shoulders and turned her so he could drag his lips down her damp back. When she shivered,
    he rasped, "You still like my touch." He drew the backs of his dark claws across her sensitive ass. "You always will."
    By the time he'd turned her to face him once more, his kneading and kissing had put her in a daze of lethargic arousal. When he eased his hand between her legs, cupping her, she rested on him, pressing herself into his palm, leaning her forehead on his shoulder.
    A daze . . . do what you will. . . She didn't care. Until he raised his other hand to her face.
    She stiffened and scrambled back. In a deadly tone, she said, "Don't ever touch my face, Rydstrom."
    Nine times out of ten, when a man had his hand raised in the vicinity of her face, it was either to cow her or kill her. In her five hundred years of life, this had proven true.
    "I do as I please with you." When he grasped her chin, she flinched, and damn him, he noticed the weakness.
    "You don't have any right-"
    "You gave me that right with your treatment of me."
    He ran his other palm lightly over the front of her neck. When he frowned as if he'd perceived the raised scar that was still invisible, she fought to get free, but he held her tightly. She had only so long before her illusions faded. Soon he'd see the white streak in her hair, the scar at her neck.
    She'd never imagined she'd be powerless near him.
    "Are you going to want sex with me now?" she hastily asked to distract him. "Because I already gave at the office-"
    : '"No."
    "-and it was a debacle . . . what did you say?"
    "I'll make the same deal that you offered me. You'll concede something to me before I'll take you. Something you'll never want to say."
    Parity for the wedding vow she'd forced him to give her.
    "You'll say: 'I beg you to claim me. I need you as my master and surrender my will to yours.'
    And when you do, I will reward you."
    "So, then . .. never."
    "I vow to you I won't take you until you say these words to me. And I won't let you come until you either beg me for it or until your three nights have passed."
    "If you're not going to demand sex from me, then you're keeping me only because of your revenge?"
    He stared down at her with eyes dark like night. "And because I keep what's mine." With his hands clasped behind her head, he rubbed his thumbs over her cheekbones, then leaned in to kiss her.

    Their last real kiss had been frantic, maddening. Like a drug to her. Now he licked her bottom lip before tugging it between his teeth.
    When he finally took her mouth, he slipped his tongue in, tempting her to meet him.
    She soon did, lapping at him, making him groan. His shaft prodded against her belly, and her hips began rocking toward it. Her back arched to get her nipples against his warm body.
    But he broke away, leaving her breathless. She was still blinking for focus, dizzy from his kiss, when he swept her up in his arms, lifting her from the water.
    "What are you doing now?"
    Without a word, he carried her to the pallet beneath the tree, then laid her on it, still wet, with water drops trickling down her sides.
    He untied the rope between her wrists-but only to lead it toward the mink. "Wait. . . No, demon!" But he forced her arms over her head, binding her to the tree.
    Then he knelt before her. "Spread your legs."
    "Go to hell."
    With his big palms covering her inner thighs, he forced her legs open, then gazed at her for long moments.
    She wanted to look away, but she couldn't draw her eyes from his compelling face, his scar lit by the fire.
    "Do you know how bad I've wanted to taste you?" When he licked his lips, she almost whimpered. "Mouthwatering, " he rasped. "So beautiful." Again, his voice sounded unfamiliar.
    He bent down and nuzzled her curls, making her cry out. Then he brushed his mouth against her sensitive lips, his breath hot on her.
    She drew her knees up around him. "Rydstrom! Ah, gods ... do it!"
    "Do what?" He spread her flesh with his thumbs.
    "Taste me ... kiss me," she breathed.
    When his tongue first dipped to her, he groaned against her so hard, she felt it. She moaned with abandon.
    Pressing his mouth to her core, he delved his tongue, licking her deeply, thoroughly. He was making her melt for him . . . exploring her with his lips, his fingers- nothing was sacred.
    Never had she been kissed like this.
    "Your taste . . . drives me mad," he snarled with a firm lick over her