Paramour for the Devil

by Savannah Hill

  The exquisite sensation of her slippery muscles stroking his hungry cock, coupled with the sight of her naked body writhing on top of him, was too much for him to handle. She gazed down at him with deep, loving blue eyes. Overcome with a need for control, he sat up and kissed her harshly, savoring the way her succulent lips trembled between his teeth.

  He lowered her hips down hard, sliding her pussy along his demanding cock to fulfill his need. She stared into his eyes with pleading arousal, weakly holding his shoulders with dainty fingers as he controlled her movements. Her breasts bounced with every jutting thrust, and she opened her legs wider, taking in his mammoth size.

  Craving complete control over her, Damian lowered her down to the bed and mounted her, pulling her legs up as he filled her. He pushed deeper at the sound of her moan, and ran his cheek along the inside of her knee and calf, licking the arch of her foot.

  He groped her panting body and found her clitoris, roughly stroking it with his fingers while he thrust into her wet flesh.

  Her cries became more breathless as he worked her yielding body. The low, incoherent moans of rapturous pleasure escaping her lush red lips brought his cock to erupt along with her, pouring himself into her in what seemed like an endless, pulsing flow. He pressed his calloused palm against her swollen pink sex as he emptied every drop.

  For the moment at least, his desire was sated, though it would only return in a tormenting, short amount of time. Doomed to endure a constant, insatiable lust for her, driven by the deep, longing need to be with her, even just moments after he’d taken her, he was fast becoming a slave to the sweet, warmhearted looks she gave him.

  Worn out, but somehow not entirely satisfied, he lifted her into his arms. Haley dreamily swept her arms around his neck. Still holding him inside of her, she embraced him with her thighs, straddling his lap as he sat on his heels. With lazy motions, he caressed her nipples with his lips, gripping them softly with his teeth, and she sighed against him.

  “You’re so beautiful.” He stared at her bare breasts. They heaved upward under his close scrutiny as she took a quick breath. His cock twitched inside of her, coming alive once more, but he couldn’t have his way with her again, she was exhausted and probably sore.

  His cock was a lot to take for most women, it was a considerable length, not overly so, but the uncommonly thick width was overwhelming for most, and Haley was tighter than any woman he’d ever been with, probably due to the fact she’d abstained from sex for so many years.

  Gently sliding his yearning erection out of her, he lowered her to the pillows behind him, and moved down to rest against her stomach, closing his eyes as she grazed her angelic touch over his head.

  Haley spoke softly into the darkness. “How did you do that thing with your tongue? Out in the garden.”

  “I’m not exactly human, I guess.”

  “Can you do other things? I saw your teeth sharpen when you were fighting the djinn.” She sounded aroused, and Damian smiled.

  “I can manipulate the elements, mind control, telekinesis… Being the son of Lucifer has its perks.” His voice carried a dry bitterness, and he ran his tongue across the R on her stomach. Haley exhaled a shaky breath, looking down at his mouth, and Damian parted the tip of his tongue in two, flicking it across her belly button. “Does it bother you?”

  “No.” Haley stared at his forked tongue with a dazed expression. “I’m kind of a fan of it actually.”

  With a self-satisfied smile, he lowered his head to rest on her again. Her breathing slowed as she started to fall asleep.

  He wanted to hear her voice again. “Tell me something about your childhood.”

  “My…childhood?” Haley opened her eyes, blinking as she stared at the ceiling. “I barely remember it.”

  “What do you remember?”

  “Do you mean when I was a little girl, or my high school years?”

  Intrigued by the thought of her at both stages of her life, Damian longed to know more. “All of it.” He thought about her bubbly demeanor. “You were probably a cheerleader in high school.”

  “No. I was not.” Haley shook her head with an easy smile. “Ginger and Aimee were. But I spent a lot of time alone at the castle. I was sort of a nerd, actually, studying and reading all the time.”

  He liked the image that brought to mind and ran his thumb over her skin. “What were you like as a little girl?”

  “Umm.” Her brows gathered together. “Quiet, I guess. My dad was always gone with Uncle Eli on business trips, so I don’t remember much of him, but my mom was really demure and ladylike. I wanted to be just like her. Adam and Stephen drove her crazy, always fighting and breaking things. She used to spend afternoons with me in the library.”

  “How old were you when they were killed?”

  “Ten years old.”

  Silent for a moment, Damian pictured a little blue-eyed girl mourning the loss of her parents. “And your brothers joined the Order, and you went to live with Eli in California?”

  “Yes. He was always really busy, completely swamped at work, but he was so patient with me.” Her eyes glimmered in the darkness as she spoke of her uncle. “He would even halt a business meeting if I needed to confide in him about something. Eli gives the best advice. He never judges or lectures me, even when I make poor choices, just gives his honest, logical opinion. And when Ginger and I turned fifteen, we decided we wanted to go to high school in Seattle, so he had the castle re-decorated and enrolled us in a private school. That’s where we met Aimee.”

  “He stayed in California?”

  “Yeah, you would think we would have had more parties there, living alone in that big place, but I hardly left the library. I never even had a drink until I got to college.”

  “You have a degree?” Damian pushed thoughts of Eli far from his mind and focused solely on her supple body, letting his lips slide over her creamy smooth skin, moving up to kiss between her full breasts.

  “In accounting.” Haley watched him with interest.

  “You’re an accountant.” He gathered her nipple into a grasping hold. “My dick just got a lot harder.” Closing his mouth over the tender pink flesh, he sucked at her firmly, and Haley’s eyes glazed over.

  Forcing himself to rein in his lust, he released her swollen breast, laying his head between them. His aching cock rested infuriatingly still against her velvety thighs. The urge to thrust forward and rub himself against her silky outer lips was becoming harder to resist. He closed his eyes, having difficulty forming lucid thoughts.

  “I’m a little curious about your childhood.”

  Grateful for the distraction, he struggled to focus. “What do you want to know?”

  “Who raised you?”

  “My father’s advisors, highly powerful demons that lived in the palace. I wouldn’t really say they raised me, though. I kept to myself for the most part.” He lowered his voice darkly. “Safer that way.”

  “And your mother?”

  From her wispy tone, he knew she felt uncomfortable asking him, and he drew in a sharp breath, unsure how she would react to the answer. “I don’t have one.”

  Haley looked at him in silence, obviously confused by his response.

  “My father… created me… and my brothers… from himself. Varied a little each time, I’m weaker than all my brothers. None of them could ever be brought to their knees by a witch, let alone enslaved by one. But I was chosen to take Lucifer’s place on the throne when his reign is over, so they tortured me mercilessly when I was younger. My brother Roman, especially, since he’d been in line for the throne before me.”

  “So you’re basically…”

  Damian finished for her. “An incarnation of evil.”

  A smile spread across her face. “No.” She stared for a moment. “Essentially you’re…a prince.”

  He gave her a ludicrous look. “Of Hell.”

  She shrugged her elegant shoulders with a sweet smile. “Anyway, I’m assuming the offer was take
n off the table when you joined Adversus?”

  Thrown by her casual response, he marveled at the way her actions surprised him at every turn. “No, actually. The night I left Hell my father said it’s open-ended. He created me to take his place, so he’s still hoping I’ll succumb to my destiny.”

  “Did you ever consider it?”

  He shook his head. “I never wanted it, which, I suspect, is why my father pushed for me to take the role. Even with me as ruler, Lucifer would still be pulling the strings and have some semblance of control. Not the case if any of my brothers were to replace him.”

  “How many brothers do you have?”

  “Thirteen. I’m the youngest.”

  “And you said Marybelle was a friend of Roman’s… Why didn’t your father help you when she took you? Did he know you were captured?”

  “Satan is more of an absent father.” He almost laughed. “I doubt he cared. And I’m sure Raden was motivated by the thought of having me indebted to him if I ever decided to take the throne.”

  She looked adorably thoughtful, and it sent a rolling desire downward, filling his cock as he stared at her mouth. Catching his sinful gaze, studying her, Haley flushed with color.

  “Why are you so sweet and angelic?” Damian moved his sinewy shoulders upward, crouching over her as if stalking his prey, and nudged his nose into her neck, biting at her throat. “Why aren’t you angry and bitter like me?”

  Haley quivered a little at his sharp teeth against her flesh, sliding her hands around to his back. “You aren’t angry.” He slid his tongue along her neck, and her voice fell to a dreamy whisper. “You’re so sensitive.”

  He had to laugh at that. “No one has ever called me sensitive before.” He nipped her earlobe. “I’m a complete asshole.”

  “That’s ridiculous.” She giggled, a warm sound. “You’re so polite.”

  “No.” He kissed her neck. She obviously didn’t know him at all. “I’m terrible in social situations. I don’t talk to anyone, or even answer them when they talk to me. I actually hate when people talk to me, I try to avoid it completely.”

  Haley’s mouth fell open. “But…you’ve never been like that with me.”

  “You’re different.” His lips grazed her face.

  “Why?” The word fell through her parted lips, and she closed her eyes at his intimate kisses along her cheekbones.

  “I don’t know.” Her long lashes splayed underneath her closed eyes. “You just are.” He watched her serene face in the darkness. “I know what they do to the slaves at Raden’s mansion. It’s enough to royally mindfuck someone if they could actually make it out alive, but you seem to have just used your time there as an opportunity to learn a new language.” He gazed down at her. “Where is your bitter hatred?”

  She opened her eyes, giving him the innocent, adoring look he was beginning to covet and gingerly bit her plump lower lip. “I like it when you kiss me.”

  His tongue forced its way through her soft lips, tasting her sweet mouth. The familiar frustrated need flowed through his sore cock, his shaft dripping a little from the tip.

  “Tell me what it is about you,” he rasped into her mouth, sweeping his tongue over hers, “Why are you such an angel?”

  Damian tore his mouth away to look down at her glistening sex as it spread apart for him. He took hold of his painfully straining member, bringing it to her open flesh.

  “Answer me.”

  “I can’t think when you’re this close.” Her nails bit into the muscles in his backside, and the sharp pain traveled through to the tip of his cock.

  With a loud groan, he forcefully entered her simmering heat with demanding intensity, and Haley gave a pleasured cry at his harsh, oversized cock.

  “I love fucking you.” His voice came out grainy. Her eyes darkened with deep satisfaction as he rolled into her. His tip stroked a sensitive nerve inside of her with every thrust, pushing past her reddened mound as he slid in and out of her swollen pussy. “I know you’re about to come. Touch your pussy for me, Haley. I want to see it.”

  Blushing heavily under his intense gaze, she swept her fingertips over her slick clitoris. Losing all sense of shyness, she rubbed herself deeply, staring up at him with sparkly blue eyes.

  Damian thrusted into her with brute strength as she overflowed around him with a moaning cry. He came instantly at the slippery sensation, finding heavenly release in an uncontrollable rush pouring from his cock.

  Completely and utterly spent, he rolled off of her. Lying on his back, he listened to Haley’s unsteady breathing as the rain peppered against the window. She was only inches away, but he wanted to feel the weight of her naked body on his. He reached for her.

  Haley drew closer to his comforting heat. As she lay against his chest, rising and falling with his breath, the whole experience seemed a little surreal. Sex had never been a pleasurable thing for her in the past. Neil had been very gentle, but ultimately he’d never ignited even the slightest bit of passion in her, finishing quickly and never bothering to stimulate her in any way, or ask if she’d been able to achieve her own climax, just assumed she had.

  During her time in Hell, her captors had only been interested in causing her pain and suffering. She’d found a way to mentally escape their tortures, closing her mind to her dark surroundings. Often given to the servant demons as a reward, they would whip her soundly before taking her simultaneously in every orifice with their scaly, unnatural penises. Raden had taken her to his bed every night to torture her in new and inventive ways, chaining her in horribly uncomfortable positions while he raped her, leaving her bound that way through the night if she was being punished for something. Otherwise, she slept on the floor at the foot of his bed after he finished with her, using the quiet hours of darkness to let her mind wander free from her battered body, calculating every detail of her next zealous attempt at freedom.

  Even in her most extravagant fantasies, she’d never imagined her body could be brought to the exhilarating heights Damian had taken her to. She typically used her hand to stimulate orgasms for herself, sometimes a small vibrator, but he’d sent her into an all-consuming state of euphoria her own fingers had never come close to achieving.

  For so many years, her life had been monotonous and uneventful, just what she’d hoped for after her traumatic kidnapping. As she lay on top of Damian in a dreamlike stupor, she could scarcely believe their blissful escapade had actually happened. The painful soreness between her legs, smarting at even the slightest motion of her hips, was somehow pleasant to her, serving as a reminder of his dizzying strokes. He’d awakened something in her spirit.

  Haley indulged an urge to touch him, skating her fingertips over his muscular bicep, intrigued by his raw power, and continued across his firm shoulder, admiring his solid frame. Letting her fingers waft over his brawny chest, she liked the coarse feel of his dark hairs, and grazed his scars underneath.

  “All right, angel. Tell me your secrets.” Damian pulled her closer, sounding peacefully drained.

  Haley’s lips slid into a smile at his endearment for her. She couldn’t recall anyone ever calling her that before.

  “I don’t think you’re really as bad as you say.” She traced her glossy fingernails over his chiseled abdomen. “You’re very charming.”

  “Maybe with you, I guess.”

  “It can’t just be me. Obviously you were charming to the other women you’ve slept with.”

  “No. I’ve never actually pursued anyone before.”

  Haley continued to explore his muscles with her fingertips. “And women just…throw themselves at you.”

  Damian watched her for a moment. “Well, they’re not usually very…self-respecting.” He looked away. “I might be guilty of using women. I know that isn’t what you want to hear.”

  Haley frowned. “But, why me?”

  He rolled his eyes. “You know why.”

  She glanced up, shaking her head with an urge to laugh. “I don’t.”
/>   “You’re… magnetic. It’s not just your looks, but you know how beautiful you are.” Her eyes widened as her heartbeat sped up, and Damian continued, his tone serious. “It’s a deep, sinful craving inside me. There’s something about you that draws me in. Almost like a succubus.” He smiled as he said the last word.

  “I’m not a succubus.” Haley pushed his shoulder, saturated in warm sensations.

  “I know.” Damian moved her onto her side and faced her, intertwining her body with his. “Why are you avoiding my question?”

  “Which question? Oh, when you asked why I’m not bitter?”

  “Yes.”

  “I certainly have bad days like everyone else.” Haley shrugged slightly, lowering her voice. “But…even on the worst day, it all feels like heaven when I compare it to Hell. I feel really lucky to have my freedom.” She paused. “And I don’t blame you for not rescuing me, because you didn’t even know me. You hadn’t even joined the Order yet.” Her face flushed with embarrassment at the degrading memory. “I’m glad you looked away for most of your uncle’s punishment because…it’s a little humiliating for me to know you saw me like that.” She worked to steady her voice. “I push those memories far away.”

  “You don’t ever need to feel humiliated with me.” Damian moved closer, kissing her deeply, his lips soothing her edgy nerves. He pulled away with a pained confession. “But, I am sick with guilt over it. Consumed by it. I looked away from you when you needed me. I could have freed you.”

  “If you had done something then, we wouldn’t be here now. Everything happened the way it was supposed to.” Haley brought her lips forward, but he pulled back.

  “You think it was meant to be?” He shook his head. “You deserved to be rescued.”

  She leaned in and stroked her tongue inside his mouth.

  “Let’s leave the past where it belongs.” Haley’s voice was silky at his lips, and Damian nodded, successfully distracted. “I can’t believe you’re hard again.”