Paramour for the Devil

by Savannah Hill

  Haley stared at his outstretched hand, her heart racing too quickly for her to speak.

  He moved it to his chest, watching her with sinister eyes. “That hurts, Haley. Really it does.”

  As he took another step, she remembered herself and spoke firmly in a low voice. “Leave me alone.”

  “What’s gonna happen, huh?” He closed the distance between them, leaning over her.

  She held her stance, unable to control her heavy breathing. “Go away.”

  “Oh, you are turning me on with that voice, girl. You are gonna be a fun filly to break, I tell you what.”

  Relief flooded through her when Damian came around the corner.

  “What did I tell you?” She could hardly speak through her rapid breaths.

  “Who’s this now?” Matthew fidgeted back and forth.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Damian pulled Haley to his side.

  He jutted his chin out, looking almost amused. “Looks like you been in a mud wrestlin’ match there, friend.”

  Haley went to the door of her room and turned the key.

  “Hey, where you think you’re goin’?” Matthew spun around, moving toward her. “I ain’t done talking to you yet, miss—”

  Damian cut him off with an iron grip around his neck, wrenching him backward. “Get the fuck out of here.”

  Matthew jerked away and rubbed his throat, eyeing Damian with a glare. Without a word, he turned and stomped down the hall.

  “I’m pretty sure I could have taken him.” Haley turned to Damian with a warm gaze.

  He followed her into the room and closed the door. “Black thoughts like those usually come from spending thousands of years in Hell.”

  She blinked for a few moments. “You think he was a demon?” Her voice came out hushed.

  “You’re safe, Haley.”

  “OK.” With a sharp breath, she cleared her mind, looking down at her muddy dress. “He was here when I got back. I didn’t have a chance to take a shower.”

  “You don’t need to change.”

  Haley gave a breathy laugh. “I’m atrocious.”

  “Let me take off your clothes.”

  She stared at him with her mouth open for a few moments, her breasts rising and falling in anticipation, before slowly nodding.

  Damian moved in front of her, reaching for the cotton bows at her shoulders. She swallowed, darting her gaze around the room, shaking under his touch. He bypassed the ties, tenderly pulling her hair behind her shoulders to hold in his fist, tilting her head to kiss her throat.

  Mesmerized by his soft lips sucking at her sensitized skin, she leaned against him as he tightened his hold, suddenly embarrassed by her mop of damp curls, gritty with dirt. “I need to wash my hair.”

  “Then let’s take a shower.”

  Haley smiled. “I can’t take a shower with you.”

  He withdrew from her neck. “You don’t have to be afraid of me anymore.”

  She looked away, gripped with crippling insecurities. “I’ve never taken a shower with anyone.”

  “Neither have I.”

  Haley loosened her stance, relaxing her tensed body. “I thought you were very… experienced.”

  He fingered the bows at her shoulders. “Not with anything like this.”

  “Oh.”

  “I’ve never slept next to anyone either, you’re the first.”

  She gave his shirt a delicate tug. “You have to take off yours too.”

  He pulled off his damp T-shirt, and her legs went numb at the way his jeans hung low on his muscular body. She hesitantly took hold of his belt, resting her fingers around the buckle.

  Damian moved his hands over hers, guiding her fingertips to open his belt. She moved on to his top button, biting her lip as she cautiously lowered his zipper. I can’t believe I’m finally going to see it. She’d somehow blurred it out in all the visions she’d seen of him enduring Marybelle’s torture. After feeling it pressed against her through his clothes, and fantasizing about it in a million different ways, eager anticipation drove her trembling fingers as she hooked them into his gray boxers.

  Her gaze drifted upward, silently asking for his consent. Spellbound, he gave her a slight nod, and she looked down again, panting as she pulled his underwear down with his jeans, catching a brief glimpse of his erection. It was quite a bit larger than she’d expected.

  Shifting her gaze, she avoided looking at it.

  “Why don’t you start the shower?” He took off his shoes with an amused look.

  She nodded, grateful for the task, and headed into the bathroom. Damian closed the door behind them as Haley flipped on the light to cast a dim yellow glow in the tiny room. She turned on the water with an unsteady hand.

  “You look worried.” He took her shoulders in a tender hold.

  “You aren’t wearing any clothes.” She twisted her hands together.

  “You won’t be either in a second.” The cotton ties of her dress came easily loose, and he peeled the wet fabric away, sending a shiver over her skin as he tugged her dress down. The heavy cotton fell to the floor, and Haley stopped breathing, mortified at being fully displayed to him.

  “This is so much better than the fantasy.” He grasped her waist with careful hands, moving them down over the slope of her hips. “I never thought I’d actually get to see this.”

  Moved by his words, Haley relaxed a bit, and Damian led her into the porcelain tub, stepping in behind her. The shower warmed her chilled body as he turned her around to face him.

  He lathered a handful of shampoo into her hair. Hypnotized by his strong fingers, lightly massaging the dirt from her hair, she let her gaze settle on his powerful body, dripping wet, perfectly built for agility and strength. As he rinsed her hair, she hesitantly placed her palms against his chest, moving along his skin, captivated by the solid muscle, flecked with thick scars. The marks went further down, and she followed them with her fingertips, finding she could still feel them, even underneath his coarse pubic hair. Forcing away her despondent feelings about the sick things Marybelle had done to him, Haley closed her fingers around him, sliding both hands over his length.

  Damian groaned.

  With a sick tension in her stomach, she felt even more bumps under her palms and examined him in her hand. He was huge, engorged beyond capacity. There were small red marks scattered along his shaft that hadn’t quite healed, bites left by the leeches he’d hastily removed.

  “That area takes longer to heal. It’ll be fine in another day or two. I should have said something.”

  She looked up at him with concern, still cradling him in her palm. “Does this mean we can’t…Because, if it hurts…”

  “No, I definitely want to.” He breathed heavily at her light grasp. “But, I don’t want you to be bothered by it…or disgusted.”

  “Never.” She caught his gaze, gliding feathery fingertips down his scarred member. “What if…”

  “What?” Damian stared down at her hand, transfixed.

  “I could heal you.”

  His emotions flowed through her fingers, a mixture of deep, unbridled desire and pure panic that made his chest constrict. “You want to…use your powers on my dick.”

  “I wouldn’t hurt you.”

  “You’re not a healer.”

  “I healed a bunny once when I was younger. I can do it if I concentrate the right way. Ginger’s done it too.”

  Damian took a heavy, expansive breath. “This is a little different.”

  Haley nodded gently.

  “All right.” He lowered his gaze with a shake of his head. “I mean if the bunny survived…”

  Touched by his willingness to trust her with such a serious endeavor, she gracefully moved her hands over the tender blemishes on his most sensitive body part.

  Every muscle in his body tensed at her touch. “Please don’t melt my dick off, Haley. Your powers are stronger than other witches’.”

  At the hint of hysteria in his voice, Haley cau
ght his gaze. “I can do it.”

  He nodded, his jaw tightening. When her powerful heat coursed through his swollen flesh, he flinched.

  “Does that hurt?” She used all her mind power to focus downward to her fingers.

  “No.” Damian breathed raggedly as she enveloped his cock with her powers, and she moved one hand downward, stroking his incredibly vulnerable area with heated fingertips. The warm light penetrated his thin skin to caress his testicles, swirling around them with a feather-light touch. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

  Gratified, she remained steadfast in her concentration and pressed his glowing member against her, gazing down at the swollen tip. He groaned as his cum flowed in rhythmic spasms, dripping down his shaft and all over her stomach.

  When he finished, she released her grip. The marks from the leeches had disappeared, and her golden light extinguished, leaving the skin of his manhood smooth.

  Haley washed her stomach and breasts, rinsing off his ejaculation, and Damian watched her in stunned silence. She lowered her fingers to clean herself between her legs.

  He moved closer. “I want to be inside you.”

  Her gaze flashed to his, warring fear and excitement rushed through her. She twisted the faucet to shut off the water. Damian stepped out and handed her a towel, watching her darkly while he dried off his dripping chest.

  Arousal stirred deep in her stomach under his intense gaze, and she wrapped the terry cloth around herself, holding it in a tight grip at her breasts. He hooked his towel on the wall.

  “Do you want me inside you, Haley?”

  Her breath caught as he started to move toward her. “Please, Damian.”

  At her soft whimper, he wrenched open her towel, and clutched her waist. Haley gasped as he lifted her over his shoulder before turning for the door, and braced her forearms against his broad shoulders.

  His hand wrapped around her inner thigh, drifting upward as he carried her into the main room, grazing her openly displayed sex as her toes curled in the air at his touch. She gripped his black serpent tattoo as he raked his calloused fingers over her sensitive mound, painfully exposed in her vulnerable position, and a pleading moan escaped her lips. Her body melted over his shoulder, lightly dragging her nails down his back.

  He suppressed a groan, tossing her onto the soft bed, climbing on top of her.

  Haley spread her legs for him, and he slid his cock over the outside of her private flesh, lingering at her mouth with a barely caressing kiss. “Do you want me, Haley?”

  “Yes.” Burning lust raged between her legs. “I need you.”

  Damian pushed his tip against her. “Tell me you want me inside you.”

  Memories of Raden’s monstrous demons, clawing her naked body, slammed through her mind.

  Damian leaned back to search her face. He jerked away from her.

  Haley sat up quickly. “I’m sorry. It’s OK. I just…I’m OK.”

  “We don’t have to do this.” He rolled over onto his back. Haley leaned over his straining erection, her lips lingering just above the swollen tip, and he watched with a carnal flicker in his burning green eyes. “Fuck, Haley. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  Her heartbeat fluttered at his breathy whisper, and she let her mouth slide over his stiff flesh. He groaned as his ample size filled her mouth, and she took it down her throat, expertly skimming her tongue along his length. He tasted so good.

  Desperately needing sensation, she straddled his strong thigh, pressing her clit against the coarse hair, riding his leg while she slid him in and out of her sucking mouth. He took a sharp breath as she moved her face underneath his tender testicles. Too big to take both of them in her mouth, she opened her lips around one, gently sucking. She fondled his rigid cock as she lustily raked her tongue through the hair, and he muttered her name in a gravelly voice.

  She lapped her tongue up the underside of his shaft, catching his gaze. He tangled his hand into her hair as she took him inside her mouth again, her lips wrapped around him, sucking hard on his thick tip.

  “Haley, wait.” Breathless, he urgently pulled her mouth away from his pulsing flesh. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

  “Maybe you should come inside me.”

  Damian sat up, roughly throwing her onto the bed beside him. Shocked by his abrupt motion, Haley trembled with anticipation, deeply attracted to the black look in his eyes.

  He moved on top of her, fixing his steady gaze on her naked breasts with intense longing, and drifted lower. Haley covered the hideous scar.

  “Don’t do that.” His voice went dark with lust, and he slipped her hand away.

  She gaped as he bent his head down, bringing his lips to the marred skin, trailing them across her stomach.

  “Open your legs for me.”

  His deep, hoarse voice vibrated against her skin, and Haley spread them as wide as possible as he positioned his weighty cock at her wet opening.

  He drove himself in deep, and she stifled a cry at the burning agony of being stretched apart. Blinking away the stinging tears, she brought her focus to the rapturous fullness inside her.

  “Are you OK?” He brought his lips to her ear, holding himself still.

  Haley nodded, wrapping her legs around him, comforted by his hot, ragged breath as his lips brushed against her ear. The pain began to mingle with pleasure. “You feel so good.”

  Resting on his elbows, Damian started moving. He groaned into her ear, slowly pumping in and out of her. “Fuck, Haley, you’re so tight…”

  “You are so big.” Haley breathed the words.

  He laughed gruffly, catching her earlobe in his teeth and biting it, sending her into a frenzy. She arched her back into him, and his hand slipped underneath her. Holding her tightly, he buried his powerful cock into her.

  She panted against him, squirming at his thrusting organ, ready to climax.

  “Come, Haley.” His voice was harsh and guttural. “I want you to come all over me.”

  Blissfully breathing his name, she tightened her hold on him, convulsing around his unnaturally heavy cock. Damian emptied himself into her, growling her name against her neck.

  Her heart pounded in her chest. Haley felt his full crushing weight as he let himself relax on top of her. She relished the smothered feeling, her limbs clinging tightly around him, not wanting to let go.

  Breathing unsteadily, he dragged his lips across her cheek, ravishing her mouth. Her legs melted at his sides, and he slowly pulled out of her, his hot cum dripping between them, and she loved the sensation, sensuously licking at his violating tongue inside her mouth.

  “I’ve never felt anything like this before.” Damian’s emerald eyes glowed softly in the dark room.

  Her heart tensed into a tight knot, strangling her throat, and Haley fought the ludicrous urge to weep. Alarmed by her overwhelming sense of attachment, she let go of his muscular body, dropping her arms to the bed.

  With a flash of insecurity in his gaze, he watched her closely. “Was it…” He cleared his throat, shifting to lie next to her.

  Willing her wild emotions under control, Haley cuddled up to his side. “You kissed my stomach,” she whispered, inwardly wincing at the memory.

  “I told you how I feel about it.”

  “But it’s so…unsightly. I wish you couldn’t see it.”

  “Unsightly.” Damian smiled. “Nothing about you is even remotely unattractive.”

  “You know what I mean.” She nudged his chest. “I’m sure you’ve been with many flawless women.”

  “It isn’t a flaw, Haley.” He pulled her tensed body closer, tightening his hold. “I think it’s sexy as fuck.”

  Her gaze drifted up to meet his. “No, you don’t.”

  Damian brought his brows together in amusement. “If scars are so terrible, why are you with me? I’m covered in them.”

  “Yours are…” Haley paused, softening her tone. “Kind of really hot. Because you’re masculine and tough and they add to your
whole…sexy…body…” Stop talking. “It’s different for me.” Rattling off the last sentence, she looked away from his flickering eyes and rested her head on his shoulder.

  “Well, I like it because it shows you’ve endured pain.” He brushed his fingertips along the scar. “Extreme pain, and not just physically, because it’s also affected you in other ways, but your personality doesn’t reflect that. You could be cold and resentful, but you don’t seem to be. You don’t even hold me accountable for not rescuing you from my uncle when I had the chance. You might not have gotten some of these other scars if I’d done something then.” His hand drifted down to her inner thighs, touching the faint white marks left by Raden’s whip, scattered between her legs and all over her sex, only visible in the clear daylight. “It shows how strong you are, to overcome everything you’ve been through, it’s incredibly sexy.”

  Haley began to view her own body with a new perspective. Tears fell from her eyes onto his skin, and she swept her damp hair across them so he wouldn’t notice. Nestling closer, she ran her nose along the soft whiskers at his neck. “Thank you.”

  Catching his delicious scent, she wanted more of him, kissing his throat. Damian grew harder as she slid her thigh across to straddle him. She licked and nibbled on his ear before sitting upright, feeling the remarkable solid steel of his cock against her sex. Her hair hung forward, and her breasts peeked through the long tendrils.

  “Let me get inside you again.” His voice carried a hint of desperation he couldn’t control, and Haley lifted herself over him and slid down. Damian grabbed her hips in a covetous hold. “Fuck, Haley. Your pussy feels so amazing.”

  She clamped tightly around him as he impaled her and began grinding against him.

  “Ride me just like that,” he breathed, and his hands slid up her sides to fondle her perky breasts through the long, silky red and blonde tresses spilling over them. “Fuck, these are so nice.” He groaned. “Let me see them.”

  Arching her back, Haley continued her erotic motions. She lifted her hair off her neck so it slid away from her sensitive breasts, exposing her firm pink nipples to him. He grasped onto them with rugged hands.