Immortals After Dark 10 - Demon From the Dark

lean hips like a rod, his testicles heavy and begging to be fondled.
    Carrow couldn't remember ever being this aroused in her entire life. This demon was raw, uncivilized--and he was making her melt.
    By the time she reached his upper thighs, his body was thrumming. She thought he was holding his breath. Instead of touching him higher, she stood and began soaping his lower back and ass, his muscles tensing to her fingertips. He exhaled with disappointment.
    Biting her lip, she reached around to work on his lower torso. His stomach dipped and flexed as she ran the cloth down that trail of golden hair. Again, just when she was about to reach his groin, she stopped.
    Playing a dangerous game. His low groan grew nearly constant. He glanced over his shoulder down at her. His eyes had turned black once more, gleaming like onyx.
    He was about to blow. If he lost control, he might hurt her again, but with a couple of quick strokes, the demon would be done. Time to "wash" between his legs.
    With light kisses over his back, she reached down to gently soap his heavy testicles from behind. He jerked, uneasy. Had no woman ever touched him there? Or had it simply been so long ago? She felt sadness to think of him being exiled here by himself for ages.
    Tonight she would give him pleasure like he'd never known. Something to remember you by, Carrow?
    Tamping down the thought, she slipped her hand around his waist, seeking his shaft. She wrapped her fingers around it as best as she could, biting back a moan at the feel of those piercings against her palm.
    At her first touch, he jerked again, moving his legs out wider. Then he froze. Tension shot through him, and his erection faltered.
    Something was very wrong, his emotions growing chaotic . She even detected ... rage?
    Just as she was releasing him to retreat, he swirled around, knocking her hold loose, his clenched hand hitting her bad wrist.
    "Demon! You almost rebroke ..." Words vanished when she glimpsed his face.
    His expression was menacing, his fangs sharp. He snarled down at her.
    As she backed away, eyes tearing at the pain, he shook his head hard, as if he were coming out of a trance.
    Good for you, but I'm still bailing. She turned and hurried toward the side of the pool--
    He looped his arm around her waist, dragging her against him. " Ara ... Carrow, no, " he rasped brokenly. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent. Now his erection came raring back to life, the crown prodding the bottom of her ass.
    "Put me down!" The more she struggled, the more she rubbed the tip. "Don't say I didn't warn you." She flooded her body with power, shocking him like an electric fence.
    "Carrow!" he bellowed, forced to release her.
    Yet she'd barely taken two steps before he swooped her up again.
    "You must like pain. However, I--do--not." She shocked him again with even more juice. "Wish I could see the look on your face. ..." She realized he was simply taking it, refusing to release her, so she turned up the volume to high. His forehead fell against her shoulder as he quaked with pain, but he wouldn't let her go.
    Soon she was defeated, left without power, and still he was standing. The next time I set out to hurt him, I'm going full guns, she vowed. She would put him down.
    He turned her in his arms until they were facing each other, their chests pressed tightly together, his forearm under her ass.
    "Let me go now !" she all but screamed.
    After a hesitation, he let her body slowly slide down his.
    The contact of their slippery skin, the gradual descent, the sound of their breaths...
    Against her will, she felt a spike of desire. And she knew he could tell. He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. Then he hissed out a ragged breath, as if the scent of her were too much to resist. His penis pulsed between them.
    When her nipples dragged down his chest, one rubbed directly over his piercing. He shuddered anew. By the time he set her on her feet, he was subtly rocking his hips.
    With his jaw clenched until the muscles bulged at the sides, he squeezed his eyes shut--just as hers went wide.
    "Oh, my gods! You're about to come?" Earlier, as she'd all but given him a hand job, he hadn't been able to stay erect. Now he was about to blow? "I don't get you, demon. Ugh! Just let me go."
    His shaking palms covering her shoulders, he set her away. Appearing to gain a modicum of control, he released her and opened his eyes. Whatever he saw in her expression made his gaze dip to her wrist,