Immortals After Dark 10 - Demon From the Dark

with Ruby first. So she can get used to life with us." Carrow knew that there would be adjustments and rough patches ahead. She didn't think the little girl had fully comprehended her mom was gone.
    When Malkom was still hesitant, she said, "Ruby's going to need all the attention we can give her. And we've got plenty of time. Since we're going to live forever and all."
    He exhaled. "Very well. We are agreed. For now ."
    "Then let's see if this ribbon works," she purred at his ear, making his erection pulse beneath her. "You don't have to hold back tonight, Malkom. I'm stronger, and I want everything you have."
    "I want to give it to you, wife." He curled his fingers under her chin, drawing her in for a kiss. He grazed his lips against hers so tenderly, with teasing flicks of his tongue. Then he grew more aggressive, deepening the kiss while pinching her nipples through the silk, until she was squirming over his shaft.
    "Spread your legs," he said against her lips.
    When she did, he lazily petted her panties. "These are damp."
    "Then you should take them off me--"
    Rip. She trembled when he tore them free.
    His fingers returned to stroke, and his lids went heavy when he found her so aroused. Satisfaction soared through him, and she felt it. "Oh, demon! I want that, too. All of you. Now ."
    "Must make sure you're ready," he said, his voice husky. After biting off a claw, he delved his forefinger between her folds. He slipped it deep as his thumb began circling her swollen clitoris.
    With a sigh of pleasure, she gripped his shoulders to lean back, letting her knees fall open in surrender.
    Slowly thrusting and softly circling. Over and over. He watched as his fingers played, spreading her, rubbing. And beneath her ass, his shaft stirred against her sensitive skin.
    "Demon," she whispered, already nearing her peak. "I'm close. ..."
    He stopped at once, withdrawing his fingers, making her whimper.
    "Straddle me," he commanded as he sucked his glistening finger, shuddering with pleasure at her taste. "My female is delicious."
    Shivering, she maneuvered herself over his lap.
    Once she was poised above his shaft, he fisted it with his free hand. "Come to me. Take me into that sweet sex."
    "Malkom," she gasped, lowering herself. When the crown breached her entrance, he growled, ripping the cups from her bodice so he could suckle her, licking one nipple while rolling the other between his wet fingers.
    She couldn't hold on. "Ah, gods!" With only the tip inside her, she began to come, her slick orgasm sending her slipping down his length. She wanted to throw back her head to scream with pleasure, but he rose up from her breast to meet her gaze, his hands capturing her face.
    With his teeth clenched and sweat beading his brow, he forced her to stare into his flickering eyes as she slid along his beautiful cock, crying out with every inch.
    Pulsing thickness within ... waves of gripping heat.
    Gazing at him as she came made her feel bare to him. The act was searingly intimate--and even more arousing.
    By the time the spasms had finally ended, when he throbbed deep inside her, she was already on the verge again.
    Laying his palms over her hips, he rasped, "I'm not done with you." Then he wrenched her down while surging his hips up, sending her spiraling into another climax....
    This time Malkom let her throw back her head as she came, savoring her abandon, her body's eager surrender. Her long hair brushed his thighs as she screamed his name, her pale throat working.
    Her neck was fully bared to him--no collar. His aching fangs went sharp for that flesh, craving relief as much as his shaft did. But he would never again take her blood without asking.
    When she faced him once more, she panted between red lips, her eyes like stars, glittering from her pleasure.
    He grasped her finger, pulling it to his mouth to nick it on one fang. Then he held her bleeding finger between them. "'Tis to be your choice, ara ."
    They both stared at the bead welling, the stream gliding down.
    "But I want all of you, demon," she said breathlessly. "Every part of you." Before his riveted eyes, she painted the crimson along her neck, beckoning him. "I need your bite as much as you need to give it to me."
    "Witch!" he growled as he swung her around to the bed. Still wedged deep inside her, he laid her down beneath him, then raised himself on straightened arms.
    As his hips rolled between her thighs, he stared down at her. Three weeks ago, he would have