Demon Underground: Kyra Bell Book Three

by Brittany Rose

  It wasn’t even hard, he looked delicious, and the way he took my hand and looked at me sent delightful tingles down my spine, and straight to my sex. I wasn’t a slut by any stretch, but I loved sex within the bounds of a relationship, and tended to be a bit wanton about it when I was with the right man.

  “So, where are we going?”

  He leaned down and stole a kiss, and it was a very thorough and lingering kiss. I sighed softly as I melted against him, and I lost myself in it shamelessly. The man could kiss, and his firm hands on my body sent heat through my body.

  He replied, “You look amazing, Kyra. I was thinking a club, but you’ll have to pick.”

  That made things easier, and a thought from my conversation with Muriel reached through the fog of lust in my head. I brushed his face with my hand, and changed his face just a little bit, subtly, and darkened his hair. He was easily recognizable to me, but no one else would recognize him.

  “You’re in disguise now too. Just in case.”

  At first the only club I could think of was the one in Illinois, I didn’t want to go back to Manhattan or Seattle. On the other hand, I didn’t want to go to the same club I’d gone to with Vic. Eventually a thought made it past the preoccupation of being in his arms, and I opened a gateway to West End in Dallas. Luxx would work.

  Luxx had two levels, and it was over four thousand feet in floor space. It was extremely high end with casual comfort and a sophisticated style. I didn’t really care all that much about it, not as much as I cared about being out with him, but it was a nice place.

  The whole night I felt like I belonged to him, and his eyes never strayed off of me despite all the other attractive women in the place. We danced, had a couple of drinks, and just enjoyed each other’s company. No, it was more than just enjoyed, I felt absorbed by him, and his strength and the way he held me, looked at me, had my mind spinning and my desire all-consuming.

  In short, we worshipped each other decadently that night, both of us obviously and almost painfully mesmerized by the other. It was intense, I felt possessed by him and loved every moment of it.

  Our dancing got my heart pounding, his every touch and bump against me was electrifying, and it felt like pure foreplay the way his hands and body rubbed, held, and explored my own. I wasn’t naïve, it wasn’t love, not yet. It was pure sensual and chemical romance between us that night that had me so shamelessly lost in him, but it wasn’t just that. There was more between us that had grown over the last few months. Respect, admiration, and the start of true affection between us if not love, which was more than good enough in my book to take things to the next level of intimacy. More than good enough, to surrender myself and give myself to the lust we shared.

  More than good enough, to add romance to that heated lust, and make it special instead of just tawdry and base.

  Maybe that made me naïve, but it was how I saw it, and how I felt as we moved on the dance floor among the others. We didn’t do too much talking, it was all looks, body language, and dance, the place was too loud for another get to known you session, but we were also past that so I didn’t feel that lack.

  I trusted him, and I wanted him, and it was more than obvious he felt the same. The sexual tension and anticipation between us was delicious.

  It was just two hours or so later, when we headed for the door hand in hand. My whole being felt alive with anticipation as we walked out and found a place to get back without doing so where people could see. There were a lot of people on the street in West End, but we’d find a little privacy soon enough.

  He said, “I had a great time, you’re an amazing dancer. Passionate, you just let yourself go in there.”

  I blushed, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  He shrugged, “I don’t flail around too badly.”

  I laughed, feeling a little drunk on his presence, the dancing, and the tense anticipation.

  “Tell the truth, did you take dancing classes?”

  He grumbled.

  “What?”

  He admitted, “Yes.”

  I smirked, as we walked into an alley and I opened up a gateway and walked through with him.

  “Embarrassed? Why?”

  He kissed me in answer, as the gateway slammed shut right in front of my front door.

  “Would you believe it was part of my martial arts training?”

  I snickered, “Sure. You can keep your man-card. But now I’m really curious.”

  His fingers teased my waist as he looked down into my eyes. His green eyes held mine, and it was me that interrupted our conversation with a kiss that time. His lips eagerly claimed mine, as I aggressively kissed him and rubbed my body against his drawing a groan from his lips.

  “You’re going to kill me.”

  I smirked, “That’s not the plan. Would you like to come in for a drink? I’m not ready for the night to end yet.”

  He nodded, “I’d love to.”

  “So, was that true? About your dancing.”

  He sighed, “Indirectly. My mother wanted me to take dance lessons, she threatened to stop paying for my martial arts class to get me to do it.”

  I giggled, “Really?”

  He nodded as I opened the door and led him inside. Then the door closed and his lips were on mine. But not for long.

  I let out a little sigh, as his lips kissed down onto my neck, which I tilted shamelessly to give him better access. Tingles shot down my spine at the way he softly kissed my neck, between teasing nips and sucks. His hands drove me crazy, as he left heated trails behind as he caressed my sides and thumbed the sides of my breasts.

  “William,” I whispered in a sultry and needy tone of voice, using his full name for the first time.

  He got the less than subtle hint, as he nibbled my earlobe, unzipped the zipper, and pulled down the front of my dress firmly. His lips kissed down to my breasts as he pinned up against he front door, and I let out a little gasp as his warm mouth latched on to my nipple and his tongue teasingly circled it.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said softly and with more than a little awe in his tone, before he took the other nipple into his mouth, and bit down firmly as his forefinger and thumb found and tweaked the other.

  “Harder, but not much harder,” I said in wanton encouragement. He’d almost gotten it perfect on his first try, but every woman is different, and I liked a firm but not harsh touch on my generous breasts. They were sensitive, and I loved them being played with, but after the dancing and all night I was pretty much done with foreplay.

  I just needed to be ravished, but at the same time I wasn’t going to object, or take control. I longed to be possessed, taken, and claimed by William. Not to do the claiming. For me, the wanton pleasure in giving myself to his desire, was my source of pleasure. Plus, it still felt damned good.

  He bit down a bit harder, and suckled lightly and teased with his tongue, as he twisted the other nipple more firmly, but not roughly. It was perfect, just short of truly painful, and I let out a sharp gasp. My heart hammered, and a bolt of pleasure shot down my spine straight to my needy sex. A slow rise of euphoria emanated from my center, to match the lustful desire I felt for the man that was currently taking charge of me.

  Gods, I loved a man that took what he wanted, once I’d given the green light, of course.

  My hands greedily explored his muscled chest, shoulders, neck and hair, while his seemed to touch me everywhere as they wandered my body and extracted delightful sensations. My hands unbuttoned his shirt, and pushed it off his back, which gave him ideas and he stripped my little black dress off right at the doorway.

  He stepped back to shuck his pants, and his eyes were hungry, admiring, and a little bit wicked as he took me in wearing nothing but red heels and red lingerie panties.

  It was my brief moment to do some admiring, as I saw how gifted he was between the legs. Not grossly so, but more than big enough to satisfy, and even cause some discomfort which would be as delicious, but no true pain. H
e was… perfect. His chest and arms were well defined, a perfect V torso, and then our bodies were back together, as his lips kissed mine demandingly.

  His kiss slowed to a languid heated teasing kiss, as his fingers teased beneath the lace of my panties and started to slowly slide them over my hips, only to fall down my legs to my ankles. Gods, the man was driving me crazy, drawing out the anticipation, and I was completely lost in him.

  I stepped out of them, as I kicked off my heels.

  He asked tentatively, “Protection?”

  I replied, “Contraceptive potions, and we’re both clean. I want to feel you in me, William.”

  He groaned, “No one calls me that, but I like it when you do.”

  Then he surprised me, scooped me up into his arms bridal carry style, and my arms went around his neck. He headed for the stairs, I’d been half thinking he’d take me against the door, but then it was still a nice surprise. The man had more control than I did, and it was driving me crazy.

  I teased him, leaning in and up, and started to nibble on his neck breathily, which made him moan into my ears. My fingernails teased the back of his neck and hair and I totally lost track of where I even was until he gently placed me on the bed and crawled in after.

  He said firmly, “You’re my wild and sexy one, aren’t you?”

  I blushed, but there was no shame in my voice as I said, “Yes.”

  He smirked, “So beautiful,” he kissed my stomach, “So warm and giving,” he kissed it again as his hands possessively gripped and slid along my outer thighs, “Tell me what you want, I want to hear it.”

  I bit my lip, and ran my fingers through his hair, “I want you to claim me, possess me, and take your pleasure from my body. I need it, I need you,” I finished in a sultry voice, and his eyes widened, and he looked like he’d been struck by lightning.

  He ran his hands down my legs as he kissed my stomach again, then wrapped them under and pulled them up and out. I expected and desire him to take me then, but he surprised me again, and started to kiss down my body.

  I let out a little gasp, as he kissed off of my pelvis and onto my inner thigh. I was shocked, by the sound of contented desire he made as his tongue touched me and sent a sharp vibration of pleasure through my body. I gripped my own ankles, and ground my body against his face, or tried to, but he backed off teasingly, only to send another flush of euphoria through my body with a second teasing lick.

  It drove me crazy, but I did my best to stay still as his hands started to caress and knead my ass, and he feasted on my sex slowly and teasingly. It felt amazing, it wasn’t the first time a man had gone down on me, but he was the first one who not only knew what he was doing, but clearly enjoyed doing it.

  He teased me toward my height for what seemed like hours, it was both incredible and frustrating, but the latter only seemed to drive me crazier and make me more his.

  “William, please,” I gasped out, right on the edge of the abyss, and when his lips sucked in my folds and clit, and his tongue teasingly circled it, I was hit by one of the strongest orgasms of my life. I keened in pleasure, it was almost too intense as my body trembled in ecstasy on his tongue, and a flood of liquid satisfaction sprayed his face as I looked down into his eyes.

  He looked smug as he started to kiss his way up my body.

  He said in awe, “So sexy, my sweet Kyra is so wild for me,” then more firmly in that confident voice that I loved, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  “You’d better,” I said back in challenge. Or at least, that was the plan, but in truth it came out pathetically breathy and sinfully seductive. I didn’t know what this man was doing to me, but I hoped he never stopped. I felt so submissive, I was his in that moment, my body and mind if not yet my heart, but at the same time I’d never felt so powerful. My body was trembling, begging, for his cock at that point, the most potent orgasm I’d ever felt had just whetted my appetite for more.

  He smirked, “You’re too good to be true.”

  I smiled, “I’m only a wanton submissive in bed, you still have to deal with bitch me for the rest of the time.”

  He snorted, and teasingly kissed my breasts, just a brief teasing homage that drove me crazy, before he made it back up to my lips. His kiss started teasing, as he nipped my lips, my respiration was fast and needy, and my heart was pounding. It wasn’t until he teased his tongue between my lips, that he also thrust forward, and finally, gloriously, entered my body.

  So intimate, so incredible, so vulnerable as he stretched me open and filled me with gentle but insistent strokes, one inch at a time. I almost wished he’d be rougher, and more demanding, I’d wanted to be ravished, but surprisingly his gentle and very long pleasurable seduction had me more keyed up than I’ve ever felt in my life.

  When he buried himself, he paused as we kissed, and my legs wrapped around him tightly, as I squeezed my sex around his and teasingly rocked my body to milk him.

  He moaned into my mouth, “Way too good to be true, you’re going to kill me, woman.”

  I teased, “Half-demon floor muscles. I have to make it good for you, sir,” and I did it again, squeezed around him and ground up into him hard, using all the leverage my legs wrapped around his body afforded me.

  He was without a doubt the most patient and thoroughly giving lover I’d ever met. I’d been expecting to be ravished against the front door, not carried to my bed, eaten out, and teased for so long. But… he was still a man with limits, and I’d just found his with that last teasing and pleasing squeeze and grind.

  He grunted, and then started to move in and out of me, vigorously. The pleasure of him sliding into my body, over and over again through my sensitive labia drove me quickly toward the edge, given all the buildup. He not so slowly ramped up to hardcore long and firm strokes of his generous cock, and I gave myself to it.

  I gave my body, and my efforts, toward his pleasure, and the sudden wildness of our coupling. The gods knew it was where I found my pleasure, and his generosity in bed made it more so. That was all the mental side of things, the pure physical pleasure his plundering cock had on my body was mind-boggling.

  My body rocked in counterpoint to his, and every third or fourth stroke I milked him the best I could to increase his pleasure, but I managed a short grind every time our bodies met. I didn’t care how long he lasted, and in truth I was surprised he lasted as long as he did given the lead up and everything else before he even put it in me.

  Plus, we had all night, and he was young enough to last at least three or four rounds. I was also close enough again already, that I knew I’d go over when I felt him empty his liquid lust and desire into my body. I was capable of multiples, and usually came quickly and often after that first time.

  I lost myself in the pleasure of it, all the sensations, and the intense look in his green eyes as he looked down into mine. I felt sexy, beautiful, desired, vulnerable, powerful, and so very much pleasure as he ravished me with a steady and powerful rhythm as he plumbed my body.

  William grunted, “Kyra,” almost apologetically, like he was ashamed of losing control so quickly.

  I begged, “Do it, I need it, to feel you cum in me. Claim me, William,” then I convulsed around him wildly, as pleasure rocked powerfully through my body, as if to prove the words I’d just spoken I’d reached my second release of the night.

  He grunted, “Fuck! Baby!” and I felt a warmth spread through me as his cock pulsed and gave into what my body desired. His eyes were locked on mine, and I felt masterful for bringing him to such a powerful release, as my own echoed his and we rode the heights of blissful rapture as one.

  He kissed me softly as we came down, and I felt a horrible emptiness as he pulled out, but felt better almost immediately as he pulled me tightly and possessively to his side.

  “Baby?” I asked faux archly. In truth, him calling me that had thrilled me, fuck politically correct, I was his.

  He cleared his throat nervously, which made me giggle.

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sp; “Just screwing with you. But if you ever call me that in public, we’ll have words.”

  He spanked my ass, “Understood. I’ve never met anyone like you before.”

  “Good?”

  He said, “Too good.”

  “Sorry, I’ll try to be bitchier, and not work so hard to pleasure you in the future.”

  He snorted, and spanked me again, “Seriously. I don’t mean the sex, though that’s part of it. You’re wild and free, and so giving. You don’t hold back.”

  “I think we’re just really compatible. I’ve never had a more generous lover, either.”

  He caressed the small of my back, it felt really good, especially in the post-bliss aftermath.

  I kissed his chest softly, and I felt warm and safe in his arms. I didn’t want to move.

  “Plus, you claimed me, now you’re stuck with me.”

  He snorted, “Be serious.”

  “I suck at taking compliments, remember? Plus, I don’t want to be put on a pedestal. Admired and respected, a little worshipped in bed maybe, but I’m just me.”

  He said, “I think I get it.”

  I smirked up at him, “Oh, and if you spank me, spank me like you mean it.”

  I was fairly sure both of us were on the same page. Neither of us were there just for fun, and we wanted more, but no promises between us yet. I just think we were both shocked how… potent we were together, on many levels. I was probably thinking too much, but he started it.

  He pulled me up for a kiss, and teasingly brushed my ass with his fingertips. The guy was as much of a wise ass as I was, but it felt pretty damned good and I lost myself in that kiss.

  I kissed and nibbled his neck after he broke it, and I kissed down onto his chest. I got a little revenge on him, as I slowly and teasingly kissed my down. My mouth was watering at the idea of returning the favor from earlier, and of holding his pleasure on the tip of my tongue.