The Demon's Forbidden Passion

by Williams, Zoey

  “Sit down, make yourself at home,” she offered and Ethan walked in a slow circle, getting the full scope of the place, before taking a seat next to her. The heat from his thigh touching hers radiated up the length of Tina’s body. Her scalp tingled and she began to talk faster.

  “Well, this is my place,” she said. “It’s not much, but—”

  But she could not get out the rest of the sentence. Because when she stretched out her forearm to gesture to the room like she was presenting it as a prize on a game show, Ethan had taken her hand and planted the most feather-light kiss in the middle of her palm.

  Tina’s mind reeled.

  It had been a long time since she had been with a man, and here was Ethan, sitting in her living room, making her legs turn to jelly as he kissed her hand. It wasn’t exactly sexy—it was beyond that: tender, sensual, tantric almost. In that one gesture, he affirmed that he wanted exactly what she did, even though she wasn’t brazen enough to admit it.

  But Ethan had picked up on her slight hesitation. “You’re a very beautiful woman and I want you very much, but I’ll stop if you ask me to.”

  She didn’t know what to say. No one had ever been that direct with her before. She tried to find the words. “Trust me, it’s not that I don’t... It’s just that I’ve never...uh...” She tried to phrase it in the gentlest way possible.

  “You’re a virgin?” he asked.

  I might as well be, Tina thought as she tried to calculate how many months it had been since she’d last had sex. She couldn’t.

  Tina shook her head. “It’s just that...Nikki told me that there’s a rumor that you’re a...”

  “Demon,” Ethan answered flatly.

  “Yes.” She cringed, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

  “And I bet the other part of that rumor is that I’m quite the Casanova?” His tone was light.

  “Well, I don’t know about that—”

  “Both accounts are true,” he answered.

  Tina was a little shocked at his openness, but would be fooling herself if she didn’t find it to be incredibly sexy. If he was as experienced as Nikki said, that would surely make him very good at... But Tina stopped herself. Because even though there were demons out there that were nice enough—she had treated enough of them, like Danny, to know—they were still demons. And since they tended to never sleep with humans like her, she had no idea if she was making a giant mistake.

  “So you’re—you’re a demon?”

  “Does it scare you?” he asked.

  “No, I’ve just heard a rumor that some demons are more...uh...aggressive than others.”

  “That’s true. But it depends on what kind. We have clans for each deadly sin,” he explained.

  So the folklore was true, Tina thought. But now she had to know which kind of demon she was about to invite into her bed. She almost didn’t want to ask the words, but she had to. “Which one are you?” she asked, her chest tight.

  Ethan leaned in and whispered his answer against her lips. “I’m a Lust.”

  She leaned her neck forward and kissed him, hard. His lips were soft, but the force behind them matched hers. He kissed her back expertly, nibbling and sucking on her lower lip, letting his tongue dart into her mouth, deepening the kiss so much that Tina felt dizzy with excitement. Suddenly his hands slid down the length of her body to cup her ass and he drew her over to straddle him right there on the couch. He massaged the back of her thighs, squeezing her, stroking her over the fabric while never breaking the kiss. His fingers explored every inch of her thighs and, before she knew it, he was moving his hands up to the bottom of her snap-front scrubs. He tore open her shirt with one forceful tug and tossed it aside. A surprised laugh escaped Tina’s throat and she could feel his lips smiling against hers in response. Her bra exposed, she felt the slight chill in the air around her, but not for long.

  Ethan slipped a thumb under each bra strap and slid them slowly off her shoulders until they hung loosely on the sides of her arms. His kisses traveled down her jaw line to the smooth of her neck. She could smell the spicy, cinnamon scent of his skin, feel his warm breath caressing the crook of her neck. Tina closed her eyes and sighed. Goose pimples began to prickle all over as she reveled at the pleasure of being kissed in her favorite spot. She lightly closed her eyes, a soft groan echoing in her throat.

  “Mmmmm,” she cooed.

  “You like that?” Ethan whispered against her skin. His deep voice vibrated against her skin and she could feel herself getting wet.

  One of his hands slithered underneath the cotton drawstring of her pants and he pressed his palm over her mound, over her panties. He cupped her, no doubt feeling the soaked lace. He continued to kiss her while his other hand pulled down one of the cups of her bra, exposing the creamy-white skin of her breast, its pale pink bud already pebbled and aching. He lowered his head and sucked on it, teasing it to a harder peak. When he bit down on it gently, Tina let out a gasp and tilted her hips into his hand, urging him to touch her inside her most intimate place.

  He pushed her bra down farther, and moved to the other breast, kissing it slowly before letting his tongue run all the way down its sloping curve. Ever so lightly, he kissed the underside. Tina nearly jumped, shocked at the amount of pleasure it gave her. As he continued to kiss her there, Tina felt his other hand push aside the lacy material of her underwear and stroke the smooth lips between her thighs. He traced a circle around her entire mound, building her up until he finally touched her between her lips, running his finger up and down her cleft before settling on her clit. He rubbed it with small, fast circular motions, making it swell and pulse with intense pleasure. Tina thrust her hips faster over him, tilting her head back. Ethan lifted his head to kiss her neck before he slipped his middle finger inside her, his thumb, slick with wetness, still rubbing her clit.

  She clenched her muscles around his finger. He curved it into a “come hither” gesture, hitting her g-spot with every stroke. She could hardly breathe, the double stimulation almost too much for her. Her climax built up so quickly, so intensely, that when she peaked, she screamed, digging her nails into Ethan’s chest. After she came, she bent her head down into the crook of his shoulder, trying to catch her breath. No one had ever made her come that quickly before. If his foreplay was an indication, the rest of her night with Ethan would be incredible.

  She leaned back, her legs still spread on either side of his lap. When she looked up at him, he brought the hand that was inside of her to his lips and, without breaking eye contact, licked his middle finger. “You taste so good.”

  Tina felt light-headed. Was this real or was this a dream? The man was a stone cold hottie and knew how to push all the right buttons. All while, she noticed right then, fully clothed. They hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet. She kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue before rising off of him and silently leading him to her bedroom.

  Tina lay down on her bed, arching her back slightly as she reached behind her to unfasten her bra. She threw it at him playfully before shimmying out of her pants, pulling her underwear down with them. Ethan still stood at the foot of the bed, his chest rising and falling faster as he drank in the sight of her.

  “Come here,” she purred.

  He climbed onto the bed on all fours, crawling exaggeratingly slow, smirking, until Tina grabbed him and pulled him on top of her. He kissed her, sucking gently on her tongue when it swirled into his mouth. He dragged his mouth down her neck, licking straight down from the hollow of her throat to her stomach before he settled in between her legs. She parted her knees wider, splaying herself open for him.

  The instant she felt his tongue on her, she had to stop herself from crying out. He licked the length of her slowly, in long strokes. The muscles on the inside of her legs were shaking, and when his lips pursed around the sensitive nub of flesh at the top,
she almost jumped off the bed. His tongue swirled around and around her core, now glistening even more from her wetness and his mouth, before he brought his lips to her clit again and continued sucking, harder this time. Her pussy was now even wetter, aching with an incredible need. His tongue felt amazing, but it was only a taste of what she wanted most.

  “I need you inside me,” she said, barely able to find her voice.

  Ethan lifted his head from between her legs and looked up at her. He kissed her there one last time then slid down to the end of the bed and stood up. He licked the corner of his mouth before he began to strip. He slid the thick black suspenders of his uniform off his shoulders until they hung limply on either side of his hips before removing his shirt. For a flicker of a second, a grimace flashed across his face as he pulled the white T-shirt up and over his head. Tina knew a zing of pain must have radiated in his shoulder, but it didn’t stop him. He slowly lowered the thick yellow pants of his uniform to the floor and stepped out of them. Though she could barely think straight, she took a minute to admire him. She had to admit he was breathtaking. His body, obviously chiseled from every physical encounter he faced in his daily job, was pure muscle: from his solid, powerfully built legs to washboard abs to his perfectly defined chest. Every inch of his body was rock solid...and, to Tina’s delight, the pronounced outline in his boxer-briefs indicated that also included the one particular part of his anatomy that mattered the most.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asked softly.

  Tina sat up and touched the lines of Ethan’s obliques, letting her finger run down each of them before slipping her index finger into his waistband and pulling his boxers down. She gasped. He was big.

  Strike that, Tina thought. He is enormous.

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  Ethan took both of Tina’s hands in his and leaned into her until she was laying flat on the bed, pinning both of her wrists on either side of her head. She loved the feeling of him on top of her, the heaviness of his muscular physique against her delicate frame. He was assertive, but gentle at the same time. Using his knee, he gently pushed her legs farther apart to accommodate his massive body settling between them. She felt the amazing pressure of his erection on her thigh.

  “You have to say ‘pretty please,’” he teased, a wicked glint in his eye.

  She lifted her shoulders off the bed just enough so that she could kiss him. “Please,” she murmured against his lips.

  At first, he merely let the tip of his cock brush up and down the length of her, rubbing it a few times over her clit. The feel of him against her was exquisite. But when he shifted his weight forward and entered her, it was another feeling altogether—one that stole her breath away. His thickness filled her so completely she wasn’t sure her body would be able to accommodate the breadth of him. Ethan must’ve sensed this in her. He released her wrists. “You okay?”

  Tina could barely speak, only nodding in response. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingertips trailing down the length of his back before settling on his ass. She pulled him closer, pushing him deeper inside of her. Ethan’s hips moved against her grasp as he pulled himself almost all the way out of her before surging in again. The feeling was so intense Tina had to shut her eyes with every pump. It seemed like every time he surged into her, she climaxed with every stroke. It was beyond belief, almost mystical.

  “Is it all right if I go a little faster?” he asked.

  “Oh, please, yes,” she begged.

  Gradually, Ethan upped his speed, exploring her deeper and deeper. She screamed his name with every plunge, their bodies writhing in unison. Soon he was bucking into her with wild abandon, but her hips moved in rhythm with his, urging him on until they came together, a climax so powerful it seemed to rattle the walls.

  Chapter Five

  Tina was in a daze. More than that, she was stunned. It was the same reaction every woman he’d slept with before had, but he usually never felt any connection to it. But this time a swell of pride rose within him for pleasuring her so thoroughly. It felt good to see her happy.

  Ethan fell back on a pillow, his arm folded behind his head. The deed was done, the demon part of him completely satiated. The next night he’d do the same, and the night after that, and the night after that. But as he looked over at Tina, her skin absolutely glowing, contentment practically shining through every cell of her, he found himself silently hoping that that wasn’t the case.

  “That,” she said with a breath, “was unreal. You are—” She wheezed, taking another gulp of air. “Wow.” She curled up into the crook of his arm and sighed. One of her hands rested lightly on his torso, her long fingers lazily twirling the dusting of dark hair just above his belly button. He found himself absentmindedly rubbing the small of her back.

  Ethan had never cuddled before, and the feel of a woman’s naked body against him in repose was a new sensation. It wasn’t turning him on—not to say that she wasn’t—it was just...different. It was surprisingly comfortable. And he was finding that he kind of liked it.

  “You’re not winded,” Tina noticed.

  “One of the perks of being a Lust,” he shrugged. But it didn’t outweigh the downfalls, he thought bitterly to himself.

  “Does that mean we can go again?” she asked, her eyes filling with desire. When she looked at him like that, he wished they could just stay like that forever. But after ten years of this lifestyle, he knew what would come next. Having been forced to live like this for so long, he had been finding it was becoming easier and easier. Yet, as her green eyes bore into his, the part that was usually the easiest had suddenly become hard: leaving.

  “I wish we could but, babe, you’re exhausted,” Ethan observed.

  “No, I’m not! I’m just—” She stifled a yawn. “Okay, I’m a little exhausted. But I’ve had a long week. Trust me, if I could go again, I would.” She gave him a small smile that hit him to the core. “You’re incredible.”

  And so are you, he thought to himself. But I have to get out of here.

  “You’re allowed to be sleepy.” He looked over at the bedside clock. “It’s almost three.”

  “Oh god, I have to be at work in two hours,” she groaned, covering her eyes with her hand.

  “All the more reason for me to just let you sleep then,” Ethan said as he tried to smoothly shift his weight from under her. “I don’t want to bother you.”

  Tina’s hand gently squeezed his shoulder. “You don’t have to leave. We can get some rest together.”

  “I snore like a banshee,” he lied.

  Tina laughed. “Then we don’t have to sleep. We can just relax right here.” The look she gave him stirred a wild desire within him. “I quite like having your arms around me.”

  With that, he couldn’t say no to her. While it was against all of his better judgment, if she wanted him to stay, he was going to stay. Just this once, he told himself. He let arms drape over her once again.

  “I like it, too,” he murmured, his lips grazing the top of her head.

  She sighed against him and he shivered slightly as her exhalation tickled his bare chest. He looked down at the rumpled, pale blue bedspread, then lifted his head to survey the room around him. A small wooden nightstand on his left, one bookshelf with three toppled books, her modest collection of clothes peaking out from the large closet’s slightly ajar door. He realized that he had never taken the time to notice his surroundings during his past conquests. Tina’s bedroom, while fairly barren, was cozy.

  “It’s a nice place you’ve got here,” he commented kindly.

  “You don’t have to be polite,” she yawned against him. “I know it’s a little sparse.”

  “But it is nice. A lot of room. I like it,” Ethan said earnestly. “I just noticed you don’t have a lot of decorations....” His gaze wandered to an empty row of picture
frames sitting on the sill of her window.

  “You mean I don’t own a lot of stuff,” Tina corrected.

  That was exactly what he’d meant, but he didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

  “Well, growing up, I bounced around a bunch of...modest...homes. I learned to never carry a lot of things with me because I was so used to constantly packing up, never sure where I was going next. I’ve never lived in a place this big in my entire life,” she explained.

  “Army brat?” Ethan guessed.

  Tina yawned again and it her next words breathy and an octave higher. “Foster care. My mom died when I was born. Never knew my dad.”

  A pang of sympathy made Ethan’s gut clench. He couldn’t imagine what that must’ve been like, but he knew exactly what it was like to be without parents. But he had at least known his for a little while before they were...gone.

  “How long have you been on your own?” he asked quietly.

  “You get kicked out of the program when you’re eighteen. Went to Kent Community while working a couple of jobs. Graduated last year and moved here.”

  Ethan cleared his throat. “I’ve been on my own for a while, too.”

  Tina tilted her head up to look at him. “Yeah?” There was a sense of tenderness in her gaze.

  This whole talking afterwards thing felt weird to Ethan. But something told him he could confide in her. “You know that development we went to last night? I used to live there with my parents. Before the accident.”

  Tina paused and Ethan knew she was wondering how to phrase the inevitable next question. “What, if you don’t mind me asking...”

  “They were murdered. Someone set fire to our house.” Even after all this time, saying the words still triggered a dull ache in his chest. His parents, the two most wonderful people in the world, disappeared forever when he was just a teenager.