I leaned down and claimed her lips, kissing her softly. The kiss was unlike any I’d experienced before. Something shifted inside of me. I realized that while I’d played games with countless women before, this time I wasn’t playing. Everything I did was a way to make Larissa mine, and whether she knew it or not, by the time the night was over, she would be mine. Even if she returned to her home, she would be forever marked by me. Never again would another man touch her -- no one but me. I wouldn’t allow it.
For some reason, the thought of her leaving bothered me. It had been my intention all along for her to return home when I was finished with her, and yet that didn’t seem right anymore. Something was happening to me, and I wasn’t sure if I liked or understood it. I’d always felt a bond of sorts with her, but now that bond was growing. I only hoped it wasn’t one-sided.
“Lay back and put your hands over your head,” I told her.
She settled back against the pillows, resting her hands right above her head.
“Don’t move your hands unless I tell you that you can.”
“Yes, Master.”
I caressed her from wrists to ankles. I could see the desire in her eyes and knew she wanted me. Part of me wanted to withhold my cock from her, make her beg for it, but that would be punishing myself as well. I ached to be inside of her so bad that pre-cum was leaking from the head of my cock in a steady stream onto the sheets.
I picked up one of her legs, gently nipping her ankle. She had the daintiest feet and the slimmest calves. I couldn’t wait to feel those legs wrapped around me, but not yet. First she had to learn who was in charge, who her master was. If she did everything as instructed, I would permit her to touch me.
Leaning over her, I kissed her with a passion I’d never experienced before. The touch of her small hands on my chest scorched me. I had told her not to move, but perhaps I should rethink forbidding her touch while I… while I what? Fucked her? No, that didn’t seem right. It felt like more than that. I wasn’t sure I wanted to define whatever this was. To give it a name would give her power over me.
Gathering both her hands in one of mine, I pinned them above her head and nuzzled the side of her neck, her pulse beating erratically against my lips. Her skin was soft, her scent clean and sweet. My hand slid down her arm and came to rest against her ribs. Moving farther down her body, I removed the nipple clamps and traced her nipple with my tongue, circling then lapping it gently. Taking the hardened tip in my mouth, I sucked it and bit softly, just enough to sting. Switching to the other side, I teased her until she was reaching for me again.
I felt her fingers slide into my hair, and I lifted my gaze to her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed a becoming shade of pink. She was stunning in her desire. I found that I couldn’t wait to look into her eyes as she orgasmed, to watch as she found her pleasure.
Trailing kisses down her abdomen, I shouldered her thighs apart and settled between them. Her musk rose, scenting the air, and I inhaled deeply. Leaning forward, I swiped the lips of her pussy with my tongue. She tasted just as delicious as she smelled. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d pleasured a woman in this way. It seemed right that it should be with Larissa.
My tongue delved inside of her, gathering her nectar. Gripping her thighs, I spread them wider, opening her to me even more. I circled her clit with my tongue, teasing, tormenting. I could feel her body tightening, straining against me. I knew what she wanted, but I held back.
I skirted around her clit once more before dipping inside of her again. My tongue plunged into her, only to retreat, then delve inside again. I watched her as I fucked her with my tongue, watched as she gripped the sheets, tossing her head from side to side. I sucked her clit into my mouth, drawing on it long and hard. Her thighs trembled around me and then she made a keening sound and bucked her hips off the bed. A flood of moisture drenched my chin, and I released her clit to lap it up.
When she was still and quiet again, I moved over her, settling my hips against hers. My cock was hard and aching, ready to be inside of her warmth. Her eyes opened, glazed with passion and need, and I realized I could drown in her gaze. With her looking at me with complete trust, I eased my cock into her, stretching her, filling her, making her mine. I was bigger than human men, and I didn’t want to hurt her.
Buried inside of her, I was a little surprised when she wrapped her legs around my waist. I shouldn’t have been, though. With her need to touch me, it would only make sense that she’d want to hold me close while I was balls deep in her pussy. Pulling my hips back, I withdrew until the sweet lips of her pussy were wrapped around only the head of my cock before plunging back inside of her. As I entered her slow and deep, she gasped and her legs tightened around me. Rocking my hips against her, I entered her again and again, each time faster than the last, until I was pounding into her, driving both of us toward climax.
Her hands clutched at my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin. Her eyes dilated, her lips parted, and then she was coming, bathing my cock with her cream. With a growl, I doubled my efforts, pumping into her faster and harder, until I felt my balls draw up and then I was coming, filling her with my seed. I knew I didn’t have to worry about getting her pregnant, not unless I wanted it to happen. It was a perk of being a Tinta demon.
Her hand cupped my cheek softly. “Thank you.”
My eyebrows lifted in surprise. “For what?”
“For showing me what it’s supposed to be like. I’ve never felt so complete before. It’s like I was made just for you, for the specific purpose of being in your arms.”
I smoothed her hair back from her face. “I’m not sure I understand what you’re saying, Larissa.”
“I’m saying you made me happy.”
I felt my lips tip up in a smile. I knew it had been a while since she’d been happy, and I was glad to be the one who put a smile on her face, who brought that emotion back into her life. I just had to convince her to stick around for a while. For forever if I had anything to say about it. I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather have by my side for eternity. Larissa completed me.
“Why don’t you stay the night here?” I suggested.
“I’d like that. But I don’t have any of my things.”
“I can get them for you. Just tell me what you want, and I can go to your apartment, gather your belongings and bring them here.”
“I’ll want my nightgown. It’s on the back of the bathroom door, along with my robe. And I’ll need a change of clothes for tomorrow. Maybe jeans and a knit shirt?”
“Why don’t you shower while I’m gone? I’ll jump in real quick, then get dressed and go to your place. I won’t be gone long.”
Her hand tangled in my hair. “What if I want to shower with you?”
I cupped her ass and pulled her tight against me, my fingers brushing the plug in her ass. My desire for her had nearly consumed me, to the point that I’d forgotten all about the plug. But now that it had been brought to my attention again, I found that I was more than a little interested in exploring that part of her.
I claimed her lips with mine, parting them and slipping inside for a taste. Our tongues tangled as mine stroked hers then retreated before plunging back inside again. She pressed her soft curves against me, her breasts flattening against my chest, her hips flush against mine, my hardening cock trapped between us.
She pulled back and looked into my eyes. “Please, Rorlan. I need you.”
Who was I to argue?
Rising from the bed, I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the bathroom. I set her on her feet and started the shower. It was a large stone enclosure, and I had to be careful because the water tended to be really hot. I cooled it as much as I could before ushering her into the space.
She squealed a little when the water hit her and shied away. “It’s so hot!”
I smiled. “Well, this is Hell. I’ll add more cold water and see if we can get the temperature regulated for you. I�
�ve never had a human in here with me before.”
“But you’ve had women in here.”
“Yes. Not recently though.”
She trailed her fingers down my arm from shoulder to wrist. “So I don’t have to worry about a jealous woman bursting in here?”
I threw back my head and laughed. “No woman has a claim on me, never has. They’re beautiful and fun, but that’s all.”
I saw a flash of hurt in her eyes as she pulled her hand back. “I see.”
Crowding her against the wall, I cupped her cheek in my hand. “No, I don’t think you do. You’re the first woman in my bed in what feels like forever. I’ve never even been tempted to have one there, not in this century, not until you. You tempt me.”
She placed her hands on my chest, and I felt the slight tremor in them. I wondered what was on her mind. Normally, I would’ve been able to read her thoughts, but for some reason they were cloaked. I’d often wondered if she didn’t have a bit of psychic ability. It would explain much. I could demand that she tell me, but I didn’t want that. If she told me, I wanted it to be because she wanted to tell me, not because I’d forced her to say something. Her eyes looked troubled and I watched as she chewed on her lower lip, a sure sign something was bothering her.
I smoothed her lip with my thumb, focusing her attention on me once more. There were questions in those eyes, questions I wished she’d ask instead of keeping them locked inside. How bad could they be? Yes, I’d put myself in the position of her Master, but surely she knew I’d be willing to answer her questions, listen to her if she needed to talk. I wasn’t an ogre.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” I asked her.
She hesitantly shook her head.
“I’ve wanted you for years. Having you here with me now is more than I could’ve ever hoped for.”
“But you don’t feel anything for me.”
I could tell she hadn’t meant to say that. The widening of her eyes and tightening of her mouth told me she’d spoken in error. The question was how should I answer her? I couldn’t say that I felt nothing for her. I felt lust, desire, a need to be with her. But I knew what she meant. She meant love, and that was something I didn’t feel, didn’t understand. I could hold her close and what? Care for her? But love… that was something else altogether. Asking for my love was asking too much since I had no love to give.
“I know what you’re wanting from me, Larissa, and that isn’t something I can give you. I’m a demon, I’m not made for love. I’ve never experienced it, have no idea what it even feels like.”
Hope lit her eyes. “Then how do you know you don’t feel it? That you can’t?”
My gaze caressed her face as the pad of my thumb traced her jaw. “I’ll give you what I can. I won’t give you promises I’m not sure I can keep.”
My answer seemed to satisfy her, but now she had me wondering if perhaps she was correct. If I didn’t understand love, how did I know I’d never felt it? Surely something like that would leave a lasting impression. Perhaps that’s what I was feeling now. It was something to contemplate.
She threaded her fingers in my hair and pulled my head down for a kiss, her lips pressing gently against mine. I let her have control for a moment, sensing it was something she needed. Her mouth was soft under mine and her tongue stroked mine hesitantly, almost as if she’d never kissed before.
Her small hands slowly swept down my body, one hand coming to rest at my hip, the other grasping my cock. I groaned into her mouth, my hand wrapping around hers, helping her slide her hand up and down my hard shaft. Her touch felt good, too damn good.
Breaking the kiss, I spun her to face the wall. Kissing her neck and shoulder, I gently slid the plug from her ass. I grabbed some oil I kept in the shower, lubed her ass one more time and liberally coated my cock. Then, placing my cock between the cheeks of her ass, I began pressing into her, taking my time, not wanting to hurt her.
“Just breathe,” I told her. “Try to relax.”
I tweaked her nipples, bringing them to points. As I stroked and plucked the peaks, she thrust her breasts into my hands and began pressing her ass back, taking me in farther. The head of my cock popped through the ring of muscle, and I slid in easily after that. Buried deep inside of her, I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tight against me.
“I feel so full, Rorlan. I don’t think I can take it.”
I nipped her ear. “Yes, you can. You were made for me, Larissa.”
Slipping my hand between her legs, I stroked her clit, swiping over the little bud, back and forth, until it hardened and came to attention. Grasping it between my oil-slicked fingers, I gently pinched, making her gasp and wiggle her hips in a most inviting manner. I pulled my hips back, withdrawing until just the head of my cock was inside of her, and then pushed back in, filling her completely once more. She made a sexy breathy little sound, and I did it again.
I teased her clit until she was thrusting against my hand, my cock sliding into her every time her hips came back against me. She was so hot and so tight, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Pinching her clit, I sent her over the edge, her body bowed, her pussy pressed tight against my hand.
Suddenly, I wanted to be inside that pussy. I’d had every intention of coming in her ass, but that no longer appealed to me. I couldn’t have said why. Withdrawing from her, I grabbed a rag off the rack and quickly washed my cock before I plunged into her pussy, lifting her onto her toes from the force. She moaned and her fingers curled against the shower wall.
“Yes, please,” she begged.
“Please, what?”
“Take me hard and fast.”
No words could’ve pleased me more at the moment. Gripping her hips, I began thrusting, long and deep. I plunged my cock into her faster and harder, each stroke more powerful than the last, until she was screaming my name as her orgasm ripped through her. As her body shuddered in my hands, I let go, coming deep inside of her, roaring my pleasure as I filled her with my cum.
My cock slid from her body and she turned toward me, a smile on her face. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks were flushed. She rose up on her tiptoes to kiss me, curling her hand around the back of my neck.
“I take it you were well pleased?” I asked with a bit of humor, already knowing the answer.
“Very much so. No one’s ever made me feel the way you do, Rorlan.”
“Good.” I kissed her once more. “I’m going to rinse off then leave you to your shower while I gather your things. I shouldn’t be gone more than half an hour.”
Chapter Three
Larissa’s apartment was messier than I remembered. Her nightgown and robe were right where she’d said, hanging on the back of the bathroom door. When I saw the scrap of ivory fabric, I grinned just thinking of her delectable body showcased in the thin slinky garment. The robe didn’t look like it would cover much, either.
Finding her other things was a bit more of a challenge. Her drawers were empty. It seemed she hadn’t put clothes away in a while. There was a mountain of laundry in a chair that seemed clean so I gathered a pair of jeans and a shirt, along with a bra and a pair of panties. I remembered her wearing those ridiculous flip-flops when I’d taken her home with me so I didn’t think socks were a necessity.
I went back into the bathroom and gathered her toothbrush and hairbrush. I eyed the make-up bag on the counter but decided against it. She was beautiful without the stuff. Something told me she’d want her curling iron, but I decided to leave that as well. I preferred her in her natural state.
A glance at the clock on the wall showed I’d been topside a good half hour, just as I’d told her. Making sure I had everything I needed, I blinked myself back to Hell and was greeted by a most unpleasant surprise.
I dropped the bag to the floor and reached for the demon nearest me and flung him across the room. The second soon followed, leaving me with the one pinning Larissa to the wall.
“Thayer, you have one second
to get your hands off her and then I’m going to remove them for you, permanently,” I growled.
The demon I’d considered my friend for more than fifty years looked at me in surprise. “But we came to share.”
“I’m not sharing. Now, back away.”
Thayer lifted his hands in the air and backed away until he stood with the other two demons across the room. He looked from me to Larissa and back again.
“We didn’t mean any harm. Someone had mentioned hearing you having a bit of fun in here earlier, and we just thought we’d come join you is all. We didn’t realize she was off limits. It isn’t like we haven’t shared before. We merely thought we’d keep her warm and wait for you to return.”
I placed myself between the demons and Larissa, who was trembling in the corner, the bed sheet wrapped haphazardly around her body and clutched in her hands. The fact that she wasn’t screaming and hadn’t fainted showed great courage and strength.
“You need to leave,” I told them. “And spread the word that she isn’t to be touched. Don’t even look at her. And don’t even think of coming into my home uninvited again. You should’ve known better.”
Thayer nodded and ushered the other demons out, closing the door behind them. When I was certain they were gone, I locked the door, something I should’ve done before leaving.
Turning to face Larissa, I found her watching me. “I’m sorry for not making sure you were safe before I left. If I’d thought for one minute that someone would come by, that they would think you were fair game, I wouldn’t have left you alone. Even though you’d think demons lack a code of honor, it’s frowned upon for someone to welcome themselves into your home without permission.”
She slowly moved across the room until she stood before me. “You didn’t mean to share me with them? That isn’t why the door was unlocked?”
I pulled her into my arms, holding her close. “No, I never meant to share you with them or anyone else. You’re mine, Larissa, mine and mine alone.”
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