Fingers netting the back of her head, he again ruthlessly sealed his mouth over hers, kissing her with wild fever, growling groans rumbled in his throat. He covered her breast with a strong hand, and kneaded it over her blouse.
His kiss grew more aggressive; he sucked her tongue, then licked her lips, kissed down her jaw to her neck where he nipped her skin to just short of drawing pain. He forced his fangs and claws to stay in with sheer will, but his horns swelled along with his erection.
Dazed and sodden with passion, Sveti was carried away with his masterful fervor. Her head tilted, she moaned at his mouth sucking her neck, her hands clutched at his abdomen corrugated with muscles.
In his fanatically intoxicated arousal, he too roughly crushed her breasts, thumbed and pinched her nipples too hard. It was enough to bring her out of her fog.
Pushing him away, she said, “Sire, stop this right now, I refuse to do this.” Panting, Sveti wiped her mouth, but she couldn’t smother the desire flaring in her blue eyes.
Glancing down at her nipples, hard as pebbles pushing through the yellow blouse, “Svetiessa,” Dev murmured through heavy breaths, grasping her head and sinking his tongue back into her mouth, he devoured her with voracious fire.
Holding her jaw so she couldn’t move from his lips, he grasped her breast with his iron grip, kneaded it a shade less brutally while shoving his tongue down her throat.
Dizzy with the intensity of his harsh kisses and frenzied aggressive caresses, Sveti jerked her head back and put her palms on his chest and pushed him, cried breathlessly, “Stop, I- I need to go, let me go!”
Thick black hair flopped over one eye; Dev shoved it back with an impatient hand. Dark eyes weighted with passion and pulsating bolts of white scraped down the length of her and back up witnessing her fighting the passion mirrored in her delirious blues.
His own breathing labored, chest hitching with rapid breaths, he huffed, “All right sweetheart, have it your way, I tried to save your clothes, but,” he jerked her jacket off her then before she could protest he grabbed her blouse with both hands and ripped it apart.
She gasped, shock held her frozen for a brief second before she started hitting at him, punching frantically. He turned his hips when her knees jerked up towards his balls. “You- you- how dare you-”
Her pummeling made no impression on him. He shoved her blouse over her shoulders and dragged it down her arms like she was just a ragdoll, and tore it off. Winding his long fingers around her slim arms to hold her still, he pushed her flush against the wall.
His demon’s pupils swelled and glittered at her breasts mounding over the silk bra. “Shit,” he groaned, “I’ve only had glimpses of your delectable tits, baby, they are so much more fucking plush than I even imagined, you are so perfect. So squeezable, edible, Zues, I can’t wait to taste them.” He released her to reach behind her to unclasp her bra.
“Sire-”
“Devilos,” he growled with his big arms around her.
Sveti slapped at him, pushed him. He grabbed up an arm pulling her tight against his chest, unhooked her bra and forcefully removed it, leaving her nude from the waist up.
Dev pushed her hair back behind her and held both her arms pressing her back against the wall to look at her bare bosom. His eyes glowed pure electric white.
“Please,” swallowing a sob, Sveti struggled but he held her immobile, her movements only made her breasts jiggle and kept his attention glued on them.
Absently shaking his head, Dev licked his lips. “Nay, Svetiessa, stop fighting me. You are so beautiful, so exquisite you hurt my eyes.” He curled his fingers under her chin, lifting it to make her look at him. She grasped his wrist to tug his hand away, again, to no avail.
He saw fear warring with desire in the tremble of her lips, and the fog covering the brilliance of her baby blues. “Sweetheart,” he said softly, “trust me. Trust me to take care of you, protect you,” he lightly kissed her, “to make love to you as a man pleasures his adored wife.”
Her eyes misted, mouth trembled more, but she didn’t punch at him.
Slowly, cradling her head, he bent to capture her mouth, drawing her into a gentle kiss that he nourished, let her get used to, for a moment, then it rapidly effervesced into scorching arousal. When Sveti melted into him with soft purling sounds, he palmed a breast, fondled it gently then more aggressively.
At the moan that traveled up her throat, Dev left her lips to kiss along her jaw, down her neck. He moved his hands to cover both breasts, his own groan deep in his chest; his caresses grew rougher in his erecting lust.
Pressing his lips against her neck, he sucked her skin until a deep red mark pooled under his mouth, her flesh pinching in his teeth.
Clutching her breasts, he moved to kiss the full swells, rub his bristled cheek against her cleavage then pulled an entire areole into his mouth. Licking her nipple, he sucked all over her soft full mound, tasting her flesh then bit her nipple then moved to the other one.
Sveti cried out, he lathed the nipple with his tongue while kneading her breasts with his hard hands. Soft moans slid from her lips, she was turning into pudding in his hands.
Shifting his mouth back to fuse with hers, he reached down between them to her pants.
Chapter Seventeen
Her brain burning along with her body, Sveti could not form a word in her buzzing head. Heat gushed wet between her legs, her skin crackled and sizzled, needled and tingled everywhere Devilos kissed or touched.
The intensity of the sensations he elicited in her was thrilling, magical, her mind was spinning out of control- too fast, he was the devil- reeling, she pushed from him with a sharp panting gasp.
Dev’s mouth dropped, dazed white eyes peered at her from under heavy lids. He moved his hands to her arms, his chest pumping with rushing breaths like a rollercoaster off its tracks. It was clear it was a struggle for him to keep his grip on her arms loose as he forced himself to stop and let her regroup.
Bending her elbows she covered her bare breasts with her small hands, they didn’t cover much. Even the sight of that excited him.
“Sire, I,” she panted, frantic eyes darting around his face.
“Devilos, sweetheart. Relax, Svetiessa, I promise I won’t hurt you.” He slowly drew her back close to him. Slipping his hand under her hair, he gently stroked her nape.
His fingers still wound lightly around her arm, his thumb brushed her bare skin. He whispered soothing, softly, “Svetiessa, just listen to my voice, feel my hands, my mouth on you, cherishing you, making love to you.”
He pulled her mouth to his, kissed her gently and murmured in her ear, “Don’t think, Svetiessa, just feel.” Pressing his mouth on hers, he nudged her lips apart to accept his foraging tongue, when she was responding and giving back, he lowered his head and kissed her breasts. He kept murmuring against her flesh as he suckled and caressed them.
Entranced by his deep rough voice, Sveti’s head arched back relishing his mouth on her soft female globes, feeling him cupping them with his steely hands, kneading them while his lips and tongue pulled at her flesh.
She looked down at his dark head at her fair bosom. His black hair waved over her skin, soft as silk teasing goose bumps to rise along her arms, her pebbled nipples tightened to hard rosebud marbles.
She didn’t resist when he reached between them, unbuttoned then unzipped her pants. Her hands gripped his biceps, feeling them flex under her palms, they were so big she couldn’t get her fingers even halfway around them.
Sveti didn’t move when Dev pushed her pants down, then crouched to take them and her shoes and socks off, pushing them to the side, leaving her panties on.
Rising back up, his palms stroked from her calves, up her thighs, over her hips to lace around her waist. Sveti shivered under his expert touch.
“You are a lasair ádainn, a beautiful flame, my Prințesă,” his whisper blew the fiery tendrils around her ears, tickling her sensitive skin, more heat rushed between her
legs. She felt his fingers slide over her waist and down over her hips to her panties.
“Oh!” she gasped when his big hard palm slid to cup her woman’s mound over the silk. “Sire- uh, Devilos, I don’t think…”
“Honey you are wet,” he said with heated awe, smiling at the red that steamed her cheeks. His rumbling purr insisting, “Don’t think, baby, just feel.”
“Uh, no, Dev- Devilos, we shouldn’t-” her breath caught when he stroked his fingers over her sex. “Uhh, that’s...uh…” a soft wanton moan fluttered up her chest as he continued stroking.
He suddenly bent and scooped her up in his arms.
“Devilos! What are you doing?” Startled, Sveti threw her arms around his neck, pressed her naked breasts against his formidable chest, felt the starch of his shirt rub her sensitive skin, roughen her hardened nipples.
His hair swept down over her collarbone, she could smell his masculine scent of strength, robust virility with a hint of light cigar. Her brain blurred with the sensations he had created with his skillful hands and lips.
Sveti felt dreamlike, the back of her mind tried to tell her something, warn her, but, she couldn’t comprehend it right now through the haze of arousal that lit her entire body. All she knew was, she wanted more. More of his sensuous enticing exploration.
In his arms, she said shyly, “Devilos, I am, um, almost, um naked and you,” she fingered a button, “are not.” Her flaming curls flowed over his arm and undulated as he moved.
He smiled down at her, his black locks sifted over his face, his gaze went from her shining passionate eyes, to her plump pink lips to her plump pink nipples. “Aye, that is true.”
He strode through the rest of the hall to her bedroom. “This is how life was meant to be, sweetheart. It doesn’t get any more decadent than holding a gorgeous naked woman that is hotter than Zanzi’s first sun in your arms and carrying her to bed to ravish her.”
A blush filled her face, then realizing he was really going to go through with it, he was taking her choice away from her, panic chased away the lethargy of her arousal. “Devilos, no, put me down,” she demanded, squirming; she kicked her legs when he kept moving.
What was she thinking? He’s not human, he says he’s the devil’s grandson, she will be tied to him forever, he’s domineering, mean, deadly. “Stop, I can’t, put me down.”
“Trust me, sweetheart,” he urged. Entering the dimly lit pale lavender and white room, he’d had this moment in the back of his mind when he first chose this suite for her, it had a king-sized bed. He wasn’t going to fit in anything else. His subconscious wanted her long before his conscious brain knew and he’d prepared their nest.
He had been bought and sold the day he first saw her at the party on the space station. He didn’t even know her and his hands had itched to take her brother apart for touching her, kissing her, devastating her with mortification over his shocking plans for his baby sister.
Dev set her on the bed and climbed on the high firm mattress beside her with his hand on her waist to keep her from leaving.
Sveti crossed her arms over her chest and struggled to sit up. “Devilos, we need to step back, you don’t realize,” her voice breathy with little catches in it, “if we have- have sex, we would be…married. For real. For heaven’s sake, we don’t even know each other. We can’t do this.”
Staying near her sitting on the bed, he untied his boots. He was done discussing it. He kicked his boots off then peeled off his socks.
As she watched him, Sveti squirmed away, her words shook out, “No, we are not doing this.” She spotted a shirt on a chair and scooted to the end of the bed to get off and get it. “Ohh!”
He snaked out an arm, lassoed her and brought her back and pulled her onto his lap. Wrapping both arms around her, he cuddled her to his strong torso. His lips butterflied across her face, he brushed her hair aside and cupped her jaw lifting it to connect their eyes.
His voice severe, he said, “Svetiessa, only minutes ago you were more than willing to go have some stranger fuck you and you would have been tied to him for life. Or, wait for your perverted brother to sell you to a monster, or, commit incest with him. I can’t be worse than any of those things.”
He tilted her head and lightly sucked her top lip then the bottom. Softening the roughness in his deep voice, he contended, “Svetiessa, I am not worse than those. I will protect you with my life, you will never want for anything. I might be an aggressive tyrannical bastard, but,” he kissed her, “I will never hurt you. I will take care of you, honey.”
He looked into her quivering blue eyes and admitted, “I came to the fortress of the Amphicyonids, the grizzly-dogs that day with the sole purpose to rescue you. I told everyone, you, including myself, that I did it so I could punish you. That was so far from the truth.
“The truth was I couldn’t get you out of my mind since that day of the party. I had searched for you. When I heard the damn grizzly-dogs had you my heart literally stopped with dread fear for your life. I had to save you. I dove into a fucking raging river for you, you think I would do all that for just anyone?”
“You claim you won’t hurt me? You just ripped off my blouse, my pants!”
His lip twitched up. “I didn’t hurt you, Svetiessa, just disrobed you. I told you, I won’t rape you but you needed a little nudging.”
Indignant she snorted, “Nudging? You-”
His mouth closed over hers taking her into a heady, heart-thumping kiss. As he plunged into her mouth, her body betraying her oozed in his arms.
Dev lifted her and laid her on the mattress and quickly settled beside her. Rolling towards her, he caught her thighs and pushed them apart. Sliding his hand between them, he stroked up the smooth skin of her thigh to place his palm on her silk-covered sex.
She shoved his hand away and sat up, “Wait,” she begged.
He sat up preparing for another argument. Sveti put her hands on his strapping chest, then unbuttoned a button on his shirt.
Dev looked down in surprise. Her elegant little fingers undid one after the other until they were all undone. She pushed aside the sides of his shirt and gazed at his heavily muscled chest covered with dark hair.
The room was quiet, white ruffled curtains closed out most of the light. Faint illumination came from the door Dev had left partially open. He held his breath as Sveti drew her palms down over the hair, and let it out when she sifted her fingers back up through the thick matting.
“It’s kind of rough and soft at the same time, Sire,” she murmured, running her palms all over the thick hair.
“Devilos,” he mumbled, watching her sitting half-naked, pet him, exploring the rocky slabs and sinewy hollows of his muscular chest. She struggled to shove his shirt off his brawny shoulders; his eyes on her he easily shrugged it off and carelessly tossed it.
Her hands strode up to stroke over the hulking shoulders then down his biceps where her fingertips prodded and skimmed each powerful taut muscle. She slid her fingers down his burly forearms then up to graze his pecs.
Leaning into him, she traced the strange tattoo on his neck with her tongue, followed it down to words tatted on his collarbone, then she bent and sucked a nipple into her mouth and teased it with her tongue like he’d done to her.
“Zues, woman,” Dev shivered and gripped her arms, held her back. “Your first time has to be gentle, I need all my will power to hold back,” and to keep the beast at bay. He pushed her on her back and enclosed her breasts with his hard hands.
Lowering his head he licked the swells of her full globes, lathed then suckled her nipples.
With a tiny mew, her body writhed under his tugging mouth and stroking hands. He moved to catch her panties with his calloused fingers and dragged them down her slim hips and slender legs, dropping them on the floor.
The contrast of her so dainty and him so rugged excited him like he’d never felt before with another woman.
Forcing himself to be gentle with her, spend time in r
eal foreplay to get her ready, he was astonished to find he was truly savoring this, relishing every touch and taste of her sweet body, the adorable sexy sounds she made. Finally, his fantasies, his dreams of being with her were coming true.
It was imperative that her first time be perfect, so she would desire it again and again, not cringe with fear every time he reached for her. Because, there was no doubt, he would be reaching often for this extraordinary beauty, and a willing Sveti would be so much more enjoyable than a resisting one.
Because this was it, he was taking her, mating her whether it was what she wanted or not. She would learn in time to accept him, accept them.
Modestly, Sveti pulled her legs up, he gently pushed them down and apart. He laid a heavier muscular leg over one of her willowy limbs to hold her secure and drifted his fingers up her thigh, softly trickled them around her core without touching it, a seductive tease.
His touch like the softest feathers, swirled around and around until her hips were squirming and she was crying, “Devilos, ah,” her legs widened and her hips lifted seeking his intimate touch. He lightly stroked a finger up her sex. She jumped with a gasp, her head rolled. “Devilos, I…” a sigh slurred out of her pillow lips.
“What, sweetheart, tell me.” Dev fingered her slit, brushed around her tightening woman’s bud then applied pressure before running his fingers back down her slit. Her silk poured into his hand. It was out of this world amazing watching her become aroused, seeing her innocence flowering.
She gasped, “I don’t…know.”
He painted her silk around her core, circled her clitoris then gently pushed just the tip of his thick finger inside her. Her legs stiffened.
“Shh, baby,” he crooned, “I will pleasure you, just go with it. Relax and just feel.” When her legs loosened, he nudged them further apart, let her silk surround his finger before he slipped it inside her.
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