The Demon King Davian (Deadly Attraction Book 1)
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“Well,” she said, breathless. “I can’t afford to be as whimsical as Lizzy and her four sisters currently are. But I have no problem with giving you whatever it is you want from me this evening.”
He set her on the bed and leaned over her. “You’d stay here naked and let me do anything that came to mind? Explore your body with my hands and mouth? Give you pleasure…make you come…over and over?”
Her teeth sank into her plump lower lip. Heat flared in her eyes. “Really?” she countered provocatively. “You think I’d take exception to that?”
He tilted his head to one side. “I haven’t told you the rules yet.”
“Rules?” The desire in her hypnotic irises intensified as intrigue seemed to grip her.
“Yes. You can’t distract me from what I’m doing. So no touching me or our fun will be over before we’ve even started.”
She sat up. Her fingers skated over his abs, making his muscles flex and his cock swell. “But I like touching you.”
He reached for the attached belt at her waist and untied it. Then he slipped the robe over her shoulders and down her arms. “I like it too. Too much.”
She lifted slightly and he whisked away the satin material. He had no idea where Sheena had produced an article of clothing that fit Jade, except to surmise it had come from her personal wardrobe, since they were almost the same height. Anything from his closet would swallow her up. And, of course, it wouldn’t be the least bit feminine.
His head dipped and his lips brushed over hers. “Do you agree to my terms?”
“What choice do I have? You are the king.”
He snickered at her teasing. “Yes, I am.” Stepping away from her, he unfastened the tie around the thick mass of bronze-colored silk drape that matched all the others hanging from the twelve-foot-tall bedposts in all corners.
Jade eyed him curiously. “Not going to take my word that I won’t touch you?”
“No.” He grinned at her. “You have a way of turning things around and I don’t want to be sidetracked until I’m done.”
Uncertainty crossed her face, but for a split second. Then she said, “Lizzy would panic over a moment like this.”
“Thankfully, you’re not Lizzy. Now lie down.”
She hedged, and he knew it was merely a defiant move to prove she wasn’t accustomed to taking orders. But lust apparently got the best of her, because she did as he requested. She stretched out on his bed and fanned out her wavy, still-damp hair against the mound of pillows.
He eyed her previously wounded hand. “I’ll be very careful.”
Her look was an appreciative one. “You always are with me.”
Davian pressed both her wrists together, then gently bound them with the sash, leaving the material loose enough so she could easily wiggle out of it if she wanted to. He had no intention of pulling tight enough to potentially create any pain. He was much too cognizant of her hyper-sensitivity to sensation to add any sort of strain on her.
Guiding her to lift her arms over her head, he secured the sash through an intricate cutout in the polished-wood headboard, just below the scrolled trim at the top. His hands glided over her skin from her wrists to the undersides of her arms. Then he palmed her breasts and she writhed on the mattress.
He stood alongside her, the bed at waist-height for him. His erection pushed against the crotch of his boxer briefs and the front of his black leather pants. He wore nothing else, due to the warmth generated from the fire he’d built to keep Jade comfortable. And the way his body ignited at the sight of her, the feel of her.
Her firm breasts didn’t quite fill his large hands. His thumbs swept over the hard, dusty rose nipples and she let out a soft sigh. Her legs pressed together, as though she experienced the same ache between them as he felt between his own.
“You are so beautiful,” he told her as he gazed down at her.
One of his hands skimmed over her ribcage to her slightly rounded belly. She had enticing curves that drove him wild. His fingers grazed along her upper thigh, and then the inner portion, the flesh quivering beneath his touch.
When his fingertips brushed her mound, covered by neatly trimmed black hair, her legs spread.
“You want me to touch you here.”
“Yes.” Her voice held a restless note to it.
The pads of his fingers lightly stroked her pussy lips, back and forth. Her butt wriggled on the bed and she twisted at the waist, shifting toward him, as though to give him better access.
He already had the perfect access to her. “Stay still,” he commanded.
“Right,” she lightly scoffed. “It’s so easy to just lie here stiffly while your hands are on me.”
“Wait until my mouth is on you.”
She moaned. “I can only imagine how amazing that will feel.”
“You’ll know for a fact. In time.”
“Ah, see. There is arrogance.”
“No,” he was quick to say. “There’s a deep-seated need to please you. Plain and simple.”
He ran two fingers between her slick lips, rubbing her swollen clit. Her hips rose, jutting toward him.
“Careful,” he warned once again. “Don’t pull the tie too tight. I don’t want it to hurt your wrists.”
“You’ve barely restrained me,” she said, her eyes glowing, telling him she enjoyed the game they played.
“Yes, but you do seem to be helping things along.” She clutched the sash with both hands, further restricting herself. “And that is damn sexy.”
He wanted her in the worst way. She was sprawled atop the duvet, her luscious body squirming with each stroke. Flickers of firelight caressed her porcelain skin. Tiny pants of air blew through her teeth and filled the quiet room. Her nipples puckered tight and cream seeped from her pussy, the evocative scent wafting under his nose. He eased a finger into her tight canal, and she let out a cry of pleasure.
He massaged her inner walls as her hips rolled in response. Her thighs drew together again, pressing in on him, as though to keep his hand in place. He wasn’t going anywhere.
Bending at the waist, he curled his tongue around one taut nipple and then suckled it as he worked in a second finger and pumped slowly.
“Davian.” This said with such need and yearning, it did more than spike his pulse and desire for her. It tugged at his heartstrings.
Her pussy contracted around his fingers as she continued to writhe impatiently on the bed, as though seeking release from the tension building within her. He’d happily give it to her. His fingers stroked her inner walls as he pinched and rolled the pebbled bud he wasn’t teasing with his mouth.
Her pelvis rose a tad higher, in silent demand for more. He wanted to give her more. He wanted to strip off his pants and thrust into her, but he hadn’t come even remotely close to discovering all the nuances of her body, or its reactions to him, that he’d set out to explore.
His mouth left her breast and his tongue trailed over her skin, up to her throat. He nipped at the flesh.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m going to come.”
He gazed at her striking face. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she pulled in staccato breaths. The heel of his hand rubbed her clit as he pushed deeper into her. She grasped the sash tighter, though clearly not out of a need to free herself from the confining material. His lips brushed her silken skin as he whispered against her neck, “Come for me, Jade. Come all over my fingers. I want you wet and ready for me.”
He felt the vibrations in her body, which started slowly at first, then morphed into a fierce shudder.
“Davian!” Her body tensed. The tremors took hold of her. “Oh—oh, God. Oh!”
“That’s it,” he said, still nuzzling her throat, still stroking her. “Take whatever you want from me, baby. Take it all…”
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A blistering heat consumed Jade and she savored every sweltering flicker as her orgasm roared through her body.
“This feels incredible,” she murmured.
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br /> “I’m just getting started,” he vowed.
He withdrew his fingers from her and sat on the bed, between her legs, one of which he draped over his thighs. His hands slid up her body to cover her breasts. He tenderly squeezed the mounds, then whisked his thumbs over the puckered centers, keeping them taut and tingly. Making her hotter…and in desperate need of him.
His head dipped and his tongue toyed with her nipple. Then he suckled. Deep.
Jade gasped as excitement shot through her.
The tip of Davian’s tongue flitted over the puckered bead and Jade’s hips lifted once more of their own accord so she could grind against his ridged abs, her dewy folds gliding along his smooth skin and heightening her arousal.
Davian groaned. “You make me so fucking hard.”
His palms swept down her ribs to her stomach. Lower still, as one hand splayed over her sex, the heel slowly rubbing her clit. Her raspy moans mingled with the snapping from the hearth. Every inch of her blazed and begged for his skilled touch.
“You are the most sensational creature I have ever seen,” he told her in a desire-roughened tone.
Emotion rushed through her, intensifying the eroticism of the moment.
The burning need in his amber irises, more mesmerizing than ever before, drew Jade in further.
What was happening between her and Davian wasn’t just about sexual pleasure. It was about the intricate and poignant connection that not only a man and a woman had made with each other, but also a demon and a human. Unexpectedly, but wholeheartedly. A bond that transcended war and peril…and the separate universes of species. It defied logic, Davian’s governing rules and every safe and sensible ideation Jade had ever embraced.
But it was real. And inescapable. Something so moving and gripping within her, it compelled Jade to be as honest as he’d been from the onset. Equally receptive of the stirring emotions tethering them together. Yes, for one night only, physically. Yet the memory would live within her for the rest of her days. And that warmed her heart.
“I love your hands on my body,” she told him. “And how you look at me. How you make me feel.”
“I’d chase away every ounce of pain if only I could.”
“You’re doing quite wonderfully right now.”
“Jade—”
“Don’t think of anything else than what has transpired this evening, Davian. Our time together is fleeting. You know that. I don’t want reality or all the differences that create a wedge in our worlds to take these few hours away from us.”
He nodded. Slipped two fingers inside her and stroked slowly, sparking even more vibrant yearnings.
Her inner muscles clenched and released and the pressure mounted again.
As he stared into her eyes, he said, “I have to taste you.”
“Yes.”
Jade knew in that instant she would deny him nothing. This was all new and thrilling and addictive. A sensual awakening she now thrived on.
Davian leaned forward and his tongue replaced the heel of his hand on her clit, the tip flitting over the knot of nerves.
The intimate touch jolted her and a small whimper fell from her lips. This was something she’d never experienced. Something every fiber of her being instantly responded to—enthusiastically. “That is fantastic,” she murmured.
His head lifted. “Michael never…?”
“No,” she was quick to say. “Definitely not. We really had no idea what we were doing back then.”
Davian seemed to derive a hint of relief from this. “So I’m the first.”
“In many ways.”
“That makes me extremely happy.” He gave her a lascivious grin. “I assure you…you’re going to like this.”
“I don’t doubt it for a second,” she said on a fractured breath.
“This is extremely personal,” he told her. “As was what you did to me earlier.”
“Except that you’re infinitely more talented than I am. My naïve actions dull significantly in comparison to your expertise.”
“Guess again. First, you’re anything but naïve. Second, you make me come in record time.”
“Why do I not blush when you talk to me like that?”
“Because you enjoy it when I talk to you like that. And when I do this.” His head lowered and his lips caressed her folds, then tugged gently on them.
Her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head as more heat flashed through her.
“That’s unbelievable,” she whispered.
His strokes turned into fluttering butterfly wings against her clit. She shivered with delight.
“That feels so good. I had no idea…” Her sigh was both dreamy and lusty.
The way he confidently licked her set her pulse racing and her heart hammering. And seared every nerve ending.
He suckled her clit and she gasped. “Davian.”
She easily worked her wrists free of the sash and combed a hand through his lush hair. The other clasped his shoulder. Her hips tilted and she pressed herself more firmly against his mouth as he pleasured her. His tongue teased her sensitive flesh and pushed her right to a glorious precipice.
The scorching feelings raging within her were so spectacular, though, she didn’t want to let go of them. Once again, the Demon King proved to be a commanding lover. Jade had no trouble losing herself in the passion he elicited and the emotions that accompanied her ever-ratcheting desire.
His fingers inside her plunged a bit deeper, finding just the right spot.
“Yes,” she pleaded. “Oh, God, yes.”
Her moans of ecstasy filled the room. She thrashed on the bed as he continued his expert ministrations.
The alternating of his tongue on her clit and his lips toying with hers while his fingers pumped vigorously had Jade cresting orgasm so fast it was a wonder she could hold on to the sensations a moment longer.
“Davian,” she said on a puff of air. “This is so extraordinary.”
He put even more effort into the suckling. Picked up the pace as he fucked her with his fingers.
She rode one quiver of excitement after another. The pressure within her reached the breaking point and Jade lost it completely.
“Oh, God!” she screamed as she shattered—and the electrifying climax took her.
Tiny golden orbs burst behind her closed lids. A euphoric vitality coursed through every inch of her, pulsating brilliantly.
Her fingers tightened around the strands of hair she held and her other hand gripped Davian’s shoulder with force, her nails digging in.
His warm breath on her skin kept her super-charged and quaking. He was breathing almost as heavily as she was. As though getting her off was as exhilarating for him as it was for her.
Impossible.
What she’d just experienced was positively mind-blowing.
It took a small eternity for Jade to finally drag in steadier streams of air. Davian’s mouth trailed over her stomach, up to her breast, dropping feathery kisses along the way so that she continued to tremble from the aftershocks of orgasm.
“See?” Davian teased. “I told you you’d like that.”
“You are the king at making me come.”
He gave her a devilish grin. “Those are words I like hearing.”
“How about…I want to feel you inside me?”
“Soon,” he muttered as his tongue swirled around her nipple.
“Now,” she quietly demanded. “I did as you asked. It’s my turn to make a request.”
His head popped up. “But you cheated.”
She pouted playfully. “It’s not fair to keep me tied up, to keep me from touching you while you’re doing such sinful things to me.”
“I wanted you focused solely on how I made you feel.”
“Absurdly turned on. I think there’s enough energy flowing through me to light the entire planet.”
He chuckled, low and sexy. “You’re very good for my ego.”
“Really? You need a boost?”
“So soft and warm,” he breathed against her flesh. “And so enticing…” He sighed before drawing a nipple into his mouth.
Jade’s eyelids drifted closed again. Her fingers remained threaded in his hair and the strands also brushed over her breast, sparking more erotic sensations.
“I’m about to overdose on lust,” she said.
“That’s sort of the point.”
She giggled—a foreign sound to her ears. Jade was not the giggling type. Yet her lover had an uncanny way of stripping away the tension and the grief that had plagued her the majority of her life.
“Aren’t you the least bit interested in getting naked with me?” she asked. He still wore his leather pants.
“Extremely.” But he continued his tantalizing ministrations, his tongue curling around her nipple, then flicking over it.
“You do the most amazing things to my body. But I bet you have much more in mind.”
“Much more. Though you need to know that I can get you pregnant.”
“Not tonight,” she said, ignoring the odd mixture of nervous anxiety and curious elation his words elicited. “I count beads on a bracelet Lisette gave me long ago. Something called the Standard Method that she’d followed in the pre-war years for family planning.”
“Lisette has children?”
“No. Turns out her husband was infertile.” Her lids opened and she eyed him as she asked, “Do you have children?”
“No.” He gave her a contemplative look. “Perhaps someday.”
“Of course. What’s the rush? You have all the time in the world.”
“Time actually could be an issue for me,” he said, suddenly cryptic.
He moved from the bed, leaving her with a gnawing feeling that piqued her interest. But she didn’t question him further. In fact, all coherent thought fled as she watched him remove his clothes.
Another moan bubbled up and lodged in her throat as she marveled over his muscular build and sheer perfection. No human she’d ever seen—in real life or in books—compared to the beauty of the Demon King. Every inch of him from head to toe thrilled her, particularly his thick shaft, which stood erect.