Isabelle ran her hands down his chest, feeling the ridges of muscle under his shirt, a smile playing across her lips. “And what if I want sweaty, dirty demon?” Her fingers slid under his shirt to scratch along his tummy. He hissed, his mouth claiming hers again, her soft gasp giving him access. His tongue swept in to rob her of all thought, save one.
Lips still locked on hers, he backed her up until her calves hit the edge of the bed. Isabelle returned his kiss with the same desperate fervor, fingers grabbing at clothing. His hands moving to the straps of the long gown she wore, sliding it from her shoulders. From his low growl, it was apparent he had just discovered she was very naked underneath the dress she wore. Apollo had provided her with clothing, just no underwear to speak of.
The dress pooled around her feet, and Mammon pulled away momentarily so he could gaze upon her body. Dusky, rose-colored nipples stood out like small pebbles, begging for attention. His eyes flared as he licked his lips, and he ran his fingers over her satin skin and the valley between her breasts. His hands splayed over her ribs, then roamed around to her lower back and down to her ass. He smiled, his eyes bright, and the small bubble of trepidation she’d felt over her appearance vanished.
Isabelle watched him intently. This had to be the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. He was worshiping her skin with his fingertips, his breathing deep and fast. Each caress sent a flood of heat to her core. How could she feel weak at the knees when all he was doing was touching her?
She licked her lips as his hands wandered once more to her lower back and his head lowered to her neck. He seemed happy to be taking his time, but the soft trembling of his hands betrayed his need. As much as she loved each touch from him, she wanted to experience his body as well. Her fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt.
His demeanor changed quickly. He took a quick step back as if he had been burned. For one insane second, she thought he didn’t want her, but the clamoring need was as evident in his face as it was in hers. This was something else. He kept his eyes down, fists at his side. He seemed to war with himself before speaking, regret in his green eyes.
“I will go for that shower now.” His voice shook as he headed towards the bathroom.
Isabelle narrowed her eyes as he retreated. A second later she heard the shower come on, and she sank to the bed, confusion rushing through her mind. Had she done something wrong? She frowned, but allowed a little trickle of her power to reach for him.
He was ashamed, scared she would find him flawed. He wanted to be more for her; he wanted to be whole. Isabelle’s heart broke. He was shutting himself away because he believed she would find him lacking, not worthy of her.
Decision made, she pushed open the bathroom door and leaned against it, her naked form illuminated by the light. Mammon stood with his back to her, his shirt on the floor. Isabelle felt her heart drop like a stone. He was covered in hundreds of thin scars. Some covered the entire length of his back, others the size of a dime. They crisscrossed his flesh like some gruesome puzzle, continuing around to the front of his body.
His eyes met hers in the mirror. Fuck being empathic. She didn’t need anything but her own damn eyes to see his fear. He expected her to reject him. She was going to have to do something about Mammon’s self-confidence issues. Until then, she would just have to show the foolish man how much she wanted him. She licked her lips and watched his eyes widen, surprise mixed with heat in his emerald gaze.
Her eyes dropped to his midsection where the scars were thicker, wider, vanishing under the waistband of his jeans. Isabelle placed her hands against his fevered skin. He seemed to be holding his breath, letting it out in a rush as she caressed him, his eyes slipping closed. She felt such pain for him, how much must he have endured for his body to be a patchwork of tan and scarred flesh.
“Look at me, Mammon.” She moved against him, the hard peaks of her nipples brushing over his chest. He looked down at her, trembling under her touch. Like a cornered animal, he waited for her next move. Her eyes took in everything from the puckered flesh to the one patch of smooth skin where a tattoo stood out starkly against his skin.
She trailed her nails up his sides and over his stomach, stopping to trace her fingertips over the mark. “What’s this?”
Mammon licked his lips before answering, his eyes shimmering with heat. “My mark, as a sin. Given to me by Hades upon the day of my creation.”
Isabelle studied the design. The pseudo-tribal motif did resemble ‘Greed’ when you looked at it closely.
“Your birth mark.”
Leaning in, Isabelle flicked her tongue over it, then brushed her lips down his upper chest to his nipple, drawing a hiss from him. Her mouth followed a long scar from under his pec to his hip, ripping a strained groan from his throat.
Her fingers deftly worked the buttons to his jeans as she moved to kneel before him, pulling his jeans down as she went. The scars were mostly faded on his lower legs, his tan serving to hide them. His groin was a mess of white lines. Some clearly had been deep, as evidenced by the raised scars.
None of it took away from the sheer power in the lines of his body. His hard cock stood proud, a drop of milky fluid rolling over the velvet head. His eyes watched her with intensity, his breathing rough and hard, clear apprehension in his gaze. Isabelle leaned in, sweeping her tongue over the swollen head. An agonized groan left his chest, and his fingers clutched at her hair.
Her innocence in the act of lovemaking didn’t hinder her actions. She was eager to explore him, swirling her tongue against his flesh, learning, remembering every vein and scar. The hint of saltiness on her tongue and the scent of spice surrounding her bolstered her courage. Isabelle gently nibbled on the weeping head of his cock. By the sudden jerking of his body, it was clear he was close to losing his mind as well as his control.
She thoroughly explored him with her lips and fingers, running them along the length until he was trembling under her touch. Fingers cupped his tight sac, as he growled low in the back of his throat. His hand tightened in a death grip in her hair, a low hiss coming from his throat, right then Isabelle felt like the most powerful woman in the universe.
“Enough, Isabelle!” His voice was rough with need as he reached down and pulled her up his body. His mouth descended to hers, leaving her no recourse but to submit. Her moan intensified the desperation in his kiss.
Isabelle could feel the hard ridge of him pressed against her belly, and she swayed back and forth, almost purring into his mouth. His hands moved to cup her aching breasts, scorching her skin, and sending shocks through her as his fingers plucked at her peaked nipples. His lips left a heated trail of fire across her throat. His teeth nipped at her skin, making her body burn with need.
In one swift movement, his strong arms swept her up and he carried her into the bedroom. He laid her back on the bed, the sheets cool against her sensitive skin and she trembled as Mammon moved to join her, settling himself between her legs. Isabelle could feel his length pressing close to the part of her that physically ached to have him inside. She wiggled her hips, feeling the rough ridge of his cock slide between her wet lips. He let out a low groan, gripping the sheets to either side of her head. A smile spread on her lips at his reaction, so she wiggled some more.
“You will not get what you want until I have what I want, Minx.” His knowing grin was all sin and determination. He obviously had a goal in mind, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to distract him right now.
Fortunately, he seemed to have focused all his attention on her breasts. With tongue and teeth, he sought to drive her to insanity, biting down until shocks of pain rushed through her. Bursts of pleasure mingled with the heightening sensation in a darkly fascinating way. She had never expected herself to enjoy a touch of pain, but God, he was exposing her to so many new experiences…and he had only just gotten started. At this rate she was going to crest the edge of climax from just his mouth ravishing her breasts. She arched as his teeth bit down again. Sparks rushed fr
om the sweet little bites of pain to her womb, making her body tighten. Gods, if he didn’t take her soon, she was going to go insane with the agonizing build to bliss.
Mammon ran his hands up her hips and over her soft stomach, cupping her breasts, bringing them together. Leaning down, he swept his tongue over a pert nipple, and her body lifted from the bed. She was so responsive it was almost impossible to ignore her little mews of need. He pulled one nipple between his lips and bit down on the puckered flesh. Her cry was pure music to his ears, ensuring he provided the neglected bud with the same attention. She was soon writhing under him, her hands pulling at his hair.
She was an impatient little thing, her skin flushing a pretty pink as each touch elicited a soft moan from her sweet lips. Mammon was skirting the edge of madness. He wanted to sink between her wet folds and feel her body grip him while he showed just how truly sinful he could be.
His control was beginning to slip. Why had he not already made her scream his name? He moved from her breasts, his rough stubble leaving a blush across her skin. Sliding down her body, he bit into the soft skin of her hip. The scent of her need coiled around him, robbing him of sanity. He sat back, looking over her lust-flushed skin, then smiled as he parted her folds with his deft fingers, sinking one deep into her aching channel. She arched on the bed, crying out, her hands gripping the headboard as he gently moved his finger in and out of her tight body. A groan left him as he covered her aching clit with his lips, pressing the flat of his tongue against her. She was truly addictive—Mammon knew he would never tire of this.
He plunged his fingers into her eager body, feeling her core pulse around them. She was reaching that precise moment of release, her body shaking. He was determined to give her this. There was so much darkness in his soul. If he could bring a small burst of light into her life, he would dedicate his existence to wringing this pleasure from her. It brought him a small measure of peace. Her cries as she crested ran down his spine, more powerful than any drug.
Mammon growled against her, eagerly drinking down her release while her body pulsed around his fingers. He continued to draw out her pleasure until she was whimpering and shaking, a pink flush now covering her cheeks. She was so beautiful when she came. He licked his lips, feeling his sin eating at him. More, he wanted more. He pressed his thumb against her sensitive clit, and she convulsed, letting out a breathy moan which ended in a whimper of desire.
“God, Mammon, you’re going to kill me!” Her body arched as she wriggled under his touch.
His eyes lit with green flame, pride blooming in his chest. He pulled his fingers from her, took them into his mouth, and licked them clean. Then he smiled and crawled back up her body, his cock pulsing He needed inside her now. Any longer and he was going to be a raving, rutting beast. He was far from done.
Isabelle felt the swollen head of his cock pressing down between her sensitive lips, and her eyes flew open. Whimpering softly, she focused on the demon resting above her. He was panting, sweat glistening on his skin. Smiling wide, she lifted her hands from the headboard and pulled his head down. Their lips met in a dance of tangled tongues and sensual heat.
She felt him stretching her, the foreign intrusion spreading her channel, pleasure sparking from her core right into her womb. Parting her legs wider in an attempt to accommodate his massive girth and length, she cried out from the intensity. How did anyone survive this? She might die from any more pleasure, but her body craved it, needed it, needed him.
Pressing his head against hers. Isabelle could hear him chanting softly. “Go slow, go slow.” A smile pulled at her lips. Bless the poor bastard. Did the fool not realize she didn’t want slow any more than he did? Purposefully, she wriggled under him.
“Damn it, woman, I am trying to be thoughtful here!” Oh, it was clear he was close to losing control. Yes, that was what she wanted. The idea had heat curling hard in her stomach. She wiggled again her body flooding with need around him, his eyes locked on her, burning with green flame, oh yes, this is what she wanted.
He gave a hard thrust, his eyes locked to hers. She breathed through the echoes of pain, her virginity now a dim memory, and tightened her arms around his neck. They didn’t explain the part about pain in sex-ED class, the bastards. Mammon was looking down at her now, concern painted all over his face. The burning began to subside. No chance in hell she was letting a little pain stop her now. He held himself still inside her, refusing to move. Isabelle moved her hips under him, ripping a low groan from his throat.
“Isabelle…” She silenced him, covering his mouth with hers. He groaned, his hands entwined in her hair and took control of the kiss, his mouth claiming hers with a fierceness that stole her reason.
She was incapable of thought; she could only experience the sensations. He drew back his hips, beginning a slow pace that quickly set off sparks within her. Slow and steady didn’t last long, however, and she gasped as he deepened each drive, sending waves of pleasure rushing through her.
Isabelle felt complete for the first time in her life. Their bodies writhed against one another, and each thrust into her drew out a breathy moan. It was too much. The sensation of his cock plunging into her bordered-on pain, followed by a pleasure chaser she craved more with each thrust.
He pulled back from the kiss, their breaths mingling together in heated frenzy. With a growl, he pinned her hands above her head, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back into her. Isabelle was sure she was about to die, for how could such ecstasy come without a heavy price? The friction between their two bodies set off small pulses deep inside her. The slow, insane build started in her toes, building until she was moaning, crying out with each movement of his body.
Mammon released her hands and shifted so he could lift her hips, changing the position of his thrusts. He hit deeper and she swore she could feel him all the way to her womb. Explosions of ecstasy began deep inside her body, rising with each thrust. Colors detonated behind her eyes as she shattered around him, her screams of pleasure mirrored by his roar of release.
They lay together for what seemed like an eternity, Mammon with his head on her shoulder, Isabelle with her head back, eyes closed. She had never felt so alive; she could have reached for the emotions of everyone in the main house without even trying. Her whole body hummed and pulsed, but what floored her was the peace that had settled around the demon resting on top of her.
“I can’t move…” Isabelle panted, and he chuckled softly against her neck. She lifted her heavy arms to stroke his back.
“Moving is overrated. I am quite happy right here.” He nibbled on the skin behind her ear.
A fresh wave of heat curled in her womb. Christ, how could her body still want more? Sure enough, the burning ache began low in her tummy again, and she wiggled under him.
Mammon hissed at the movement, pulling back so he could see her face. “Insatiable little Minx.”
“Yes, yes I am.” She held no shame in loving what he did to her body. She was already planning many ways she would have him eliciting those screams of pleasure from her in the future.
“You’re scheming. I can see it in your eyes,” his voice rumbled over her.
She flashed him an innocent smile. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m innocent, after all. A pure maiden ravished by a demon.” The demon in question growled, claiming her sassy mouth. He silenced her with his tongue until she was whimpering beneath him, her body clenching with need once more. She panted against his lips, her eyes clouded with desire.
“If you still have the strength to sass me, Minx, I must do a better job with the ravishing.”
“I agree. There must be much repetition of said ravishing. Practice makes perfect, after all.”
Mammon snorted. “Give me two minutes, would you? I’m a demon, not a miracle worker.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Hot water pounded against Isabelle’s sex-bruised body, and a soft moan of bliss left her throat. Closing her eyes, she letting the heat si
nk into her exhausted muscles. She ached in places she had no idea could ache, and her body hummed with the delicious pleasure still hovering in her blood. Despite the fact her rational mind wanted to shout at her she’d just had unprotected sex with a very virile male, she wasn’t about to let worry dampen her mood. Not one bit.
Grabbing the soap and sponge, she ran it over her raw skin, a smile on her lips. Mammon had taken her to heights she never knew existed before he came into her life. She didn’t know how she had managed to struggle through the pain until now. Being in his arms erased it all, giving her a clarity she had never previously possessed. She felt stronger, her mind clearer. No longer did emotions batter at her defenses until she cried from the pain. Now she was in control of her power, allowing only the emotions she wanted to come to her.
Despite the sense of impending doom at the thought of what lay ahead, in this moment she was happy. When the time came for her to fight, nothing would stop her from protecting the new balance she had found in her life. Those angels were in for a shock if they believed humanity would just roll her and allow themselves to be decimated.
The door to the shower opened and warm, rough hands slid around her waist. Pressing against the very large, male body, she relaxed. His touch soothed and inflamed simultaneously. Wrapping their arms around each other, they stood in silence under the shower, just enjoying the peace of each other’s company. But the real world still waited for them outside the cabin walls. They would have to leave their dream and come back to reality soon.
He lifted her arms around his neck, already hard against her belly. She ran a hand across his abdomen, taking his length between her fingers. His green eyes flashing with flames and a soft laugh left her.
“Demon, I do believe you have turned me into some sort of sex crazed wanton.” Isabelle continued to play her fingers along his length, the hot flesh jumping in her hands.
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