Immortals After Dark 10 - Demon From the Dark

lips all around.
    In Demonish he told her, "Give me this." He fisted his shaft to her mouth. "Take it betwixt your sweet lips."
    Peering up at him to gauge his reaction, she daubed her tongue against the crown.
    He bucked uncontrollably, nigh coming. Once he'd stilled his hips, inhaling for control, her tongue flicked out again.
    His cock pulsed and a bead arose. He bit back a groan when she lapped up that hint of the seed. Voice gone hoarse, he told her, "I will want this from you, Carrow, every day, every night." He stared down into her bewitching green eyes.
    Strange beautiful female. She was a gift, a treasure.
    "You belong to me." Never will I be separated from this creature.
    When he threaded his fingers into her hair, she cupped her hand round his shaft, drawing him to her lips. He gave a shout when she suckled the head into her hot little mouth.
    Gods, he wanted to savor this, but she'd begun masturbating him as she circled her tongue around the tip.
    With the water running over his body, her tongue swirling and fist pumping, his eyes rolled back in his head.
    Cannot withstand this ... for much longer ...
    The demon had been so proud at how he'd pleasured her--she could perceive his masculine satisfaction. His pride had emanated as strongly as his wonder.
    But on the heels of that, she could sense his agony. Her poor demon was about to explode, his engorged penis throbbing against her tongue.
    Still, she couldn't deny the urge to tease him to a feverpitch, to make sure he would never forget his first time. His reactions told her this was yet another pleasure he'd never received.
    So she eased back to drip water over his length, dotting droplets over each of his smooth piercings. His expression anguished, he rested one hand on her head, the other tightly covering her nape, guiding her head back. He grated in English, " More. Be ... good, ara ." Telling her not to tease him?
    "I'll be good, Malkom," she promised, returning her fist to stroke. But he surged forward, grinding into it. He's going to come in my hand, he's going to ...
    When she covered the head with her mouth, his legs quaked. His brows drew together as if with pain. Bested by her mouth and hand, the demon warrior gave a helpless groan as he began to come.
    The spasms seized him. His massive body jerked. "Carrow, more!" he bellowed to the ceiling, his muscles contracting in a breathtaking display.
    The demon wanted more? She was merciless. Pumping ... licking ... sucking...
    He yelled out until his voice was ragged. Finally, he collapsed back against the wall, tugging her off him. Satisfaction soared through him, and she drank it in.
    He was euphoric long after he'd come, possessively cupping her head to his thigh, holding her there as she continued to trace his shaft in fascination.
    But then he lowered both of his hands to cradle her face, and she detected another emotion. A pure, raw ferocity.
    He gazed down at her not with the expression of a man who was happy with his fate, but with the expression of a man who'd slaughter anyone who tried to change that fate....

Chapter 20

    Late in the night, as he held her sleeping in his arms, Malkom again vowed that he would never, never be separated from this creature. Not while I have a breath left in my body.
    Had he actually wondered what she'd be good for? Only bringing him the most intense pleasure he'd ever imagined! She had wrung so many releases from him, he'd thought he would fall unconscious.
    And, in return, he'd made her climax so hard, she'd thrown back her head and screamed.
    He had to believe she was as astonished by the pleasure as he was. If she was even half as grateful for it...
    Though he remained erect for her, she'd pleaded for rest. After going without sleep the night before and his skirmishes during this day, he probably needed to join her.
    But Malkom knew he would be plagued with nightmares. And he feared she'd disappear before he woke.
    So for now, he relished what had just happened between them--the way she'd trembled against him, her breaths on his damp skin, her bold tongue and plump lips.
    He craved kissing her mouth again--and her female flesh. Gods, that part of her. If he'd been fixated on her breasts before, now his obsession was divided. Her channel had hungrily gripped his finger. In five days, it'd squeeze his shaft thus....
    At the thought, his enthusiasm waned. Five days. Much could happen in a handful of days.
    Making plans again, Slaine? He'd foolishly been