Demon's Kiss

by Laura Hawks

  She watched his back, his shoulders almost appeared to slump slightly at her words and she wondered if she bruised his already macho ego further but she was at a loss here and could only speak her heart. Even knowing it might not be enough. She stared and realized she was afraid, not of him but of her feelings towards him, of how vulnerable it made her feel and most of all of him walking out that door as if she mattered nothing to him what-so-ever. That somehow she had not touched his heart in some small way like he touched hers.

  Mel turned on her as fast as his bruised body could manage and grabbed her shoulders, slightly shaking her. “Enough!” He added in a softer, almost defeated tone. “Enough.”

  The demon took more out of him than he could deal with and he was not sure if the events of the past few days, the responsibility of keeping this woman safe or the reluctant softness she stirred within him caused him to act in this insane manner. He pulled her hard against his chest and growled near her lips. “I never meant to hurt you.” With a defeated sigh, he slammed his lips on hers. His hands moved into her hair, moved her head to fit his seeking mouth. He kissed her with an uninhibited need, breathless gasps escaped him and his tongue begged for entrance so it could duel with hers. Her hands instead of pushing him away moved over his shoulders to fist in his hair, pulling his head closer to her. Liquid fire coursed through his veins as he tightened his hold on her.

  His head filled with the scent of her, her very essence permeated his senses and he could no longer resist the allure she presented. He had to have this woman, no matter the cost. Tonight, Mel was too weak to resist her. His body shaking, he pulled back from her lips. His Adams’s apple moved as he swallowed hard and looked deep into her eyes. He spoke in a soft, almost pleading way, terrified she would say yes and more afraid if she said no. “I want you.”

  His shaking anger touched her heart and she hated herself for letting it get that far but then he softened and touched her and her whole being soared. His kisses were like melted butter, slipping warmly throughout her body and she could not help but bring him closer to her. She heard his words and her body responded immediately to his request. She stepped back from him. She could almost see the hurt and disappointment in his eyes, virtually crippling him until she pulled her shirt off and slipped out of her skirt, leaving only the skimpiest red lace underwear imaginable on. Moving up to him again, she tore his shirt open, sending buttons flying in all directions. Then pulled him back towards the bed, wordlessly giving herself to him, needing him desperately.

  Mindless with need, Mel allowed her to pull him toward the mattress, her eyes warm and inviting. When she paused at the edge of the frame, he shrugged out of his torn shirt and let it drop soundlessly to the floor. His hands trembled slightly as he moved them up to cup her lace covered breasts. His eyes followed the trail of his hands but gazed back at her face when a gasp escaped her lips as his hands folded over her soft mounds. He maintained his gaze as his thumbs caressed her nipples in slow circles, bringing them to rock hard peaks.

  He moved his hands around her back to release the clasp of her bra, letting her breasts spring free from their lacy confinement. His fingers immediately moved back to cup her again, the peaks scraped against his palms.

  With an agonized growl, Mel captured her lips again, desperate, seeking. His need scared him but his whole being was focused on possessing this woman. Mel’s tongue delved into the deepest recesses of her warm mouth while his fingers fondled her. He pulled his mouth apart from hers so he could push her back gently to land on the mattress behind her. Her breasts jutted, her hair fanned over the bed and she stole his breath away. He pushed his knees between hers, opening her up to his hot gaze. After a slow desirous look over her beautiful body, he covered her with his form and kissed her almost brutally. He moaned deep in his chest as he kissed her hard and deep, his hips ground against hers to let her feel the full extent of his arousal.

  Her hands daintily glided over his skin. A part of her mind worried he was still too sore, hurt too much but it was a fleeting thought as his lips claimed her again, his hands touched her body. She slipped her own down his back and along his waistline to the front of his black pants. Undoing them, she pushed them over his butt, her hands skimming over his ass cheeks and down the back of his thighs as she released him.

  Clarissa thought about when they were near this point once before and she had not trusted him the first time, pushed him away. It seemed so long ago, another life time almost, yet so much changed since then. He had proven himself over and over and she knew, whether right or wrong, she wanted him. Her body ached for him, needed him and this time she would not deny either of them. Her hands continued to rub his back and slide up to fist in his hair holding his mouth against hers. She explored every crevice, tasted his warmth, breathed in his intoxicating scent.

  Her body quivered under his touch, her nipples stiff and aching sent chills throughout her body. She even felt the deepest recesses of her womb tingle with anticipation. She felt the juices of her desire pool between her legs caught by the merest whisper of red lace, the only barrier left between them. Lifting her knee onto the bed, she opened herself up to him, giving his body a chance to cover and press against her, skin to warm skin. She could not get enough of him, did not want to have this moment end. She nipped at his lower lip. She lifted her hips and let the lace rub against his hardness. She moved her bent leg over his hips to draw him in closer and moaned softly as his hands roamed her body, sending flames of heat to every spot he touched.

  His lips tore themselves from hers and moved over her cheek on their way to nibble her lobe. His breath tickled the inside of her ear as he licked and sucked on her succulent flesh. His knee pressed against her core, the dampness from the scrap of lace covering wet his flesh. He impelled harder against her heat as his mouth moved down her neck, nipped her skin as he went. He pulled her arms over her head. The position lifted her breasts high, her back slightly arched. Mel’s hands slid down her arms to cup her breasts and lifted them towards his waiting mouth as his tongue flicked over her tips, wet them, made them even harder.

  Moving to her left, his teeth scraped over the engorged nipple before taking the pebble fully into his mouth. He sucked upon her breast slow and hard at first, his tongue swirled around. Her body writhed against him, skin against skin, flesh against flesh. Small shivers ran up his spine causing him to suck on her hard, dragging the nipple almost painfully into his mouth. His groans vibrated against her flesh, his eyes shut as his relished the taste of her. As he pulled back he watched her flesh bounce as he released her. He licked his way over to her other mound to pay it the same attention. The fingers of one hand move down over her stomach, pausing to swirl around her navel and then travel further to push into the waistband of the now damp lace covering her core. His middle finger pressed strongly along her swollen nub, ground against it in a slow circular motion. Her soft moans set fire to his blood. His cock expanded and throbbed in its intensity. His breath came in small pants as he feasted on her tender skin. As Mel’s finger continued his toying with her clit, his tongue followed the path his phalanges took earlier. When he reached her lacy shield, he ripped the scrap off in one smooth motion and replaced the fabric with his open mouth over her secret treasure.

  She arched and squirmed under him. As she opened her legs wider to give him full access to her body, she lifted her hips to meet his mouth. “Oh Gods, that feels so amazing,” Clarissa gasped out, breathless from his attention to her body. Her whole being felt like it had lava flowing through her veins, he made her that hot, that needy. Her hands slipped along his back as he moved further down her body, to rest lightly on his head as he tongued her heated womanhood. Her juices flowed freely and she realized how much she had wanted this, desired him. Her whole body was alive with sensations that were almost foreign to her, sparking fireworks through her nerves. She writhed beneath him, pinned by the torment of the wickedest tongue she ever encountered. He moved his hands to lift her ass up, which
gave him better access to her throbbing heat. His tongue moved in long strokes up and down her folds, rolling her lips around his tongue. He lapped at her sweet juices before he nibbled her nub with his teeth, scraping her sweet flesh with his whiskers. Her body could not resist the torture he gave her. He brought her need to a rising climax, a desperate release and gave his tongue what it elicited from the deepest recesses of her body.

  Azamel drank every drop from her. He was so hard, the tip leaked a droplet or two of lubricant and he was not sure how long he could keep denying his own need. Her body called to him like a siren, irresistible. He raised himself up as her thrashing body almost undid his iron restraint. He moved up her body with a speed almost inhuman, grabbed her hair forcing her to look at him. His tip hovered at her entrance as he kissed her harshly, allowed her taste herself on his tongue. Mel lifted his head, while pressing very slightly into her. “Are you sure?”

  Her eyes roamed his face as he peered into her eyes. His normally pale ice blue orbs were dark with a passion and lust she knew hers reflected. She had to pause for the question to register. His movements were so fast, so quick in shifting positions. It took a moment to realize he had moved much less asked a question. ‘Am I sure? Gods what a time to ask!’

  Any walls she tried to put in place to prevent this from happening were torn down the instant his lips were on hers. There was no way she wanted out, or wanted to stop. Her body ached with desperate desire for him, dreamed to feel him inside, to be a part of her. It was like she was awakened, her body, her nervous system, her core, tingled, throbbed and craved his touch, his tongue, his arms about her, his manhood in her. She desired to surround him, be a part of him, just this once. There was a deep recessed part of her that knew she would become addicted to him if it came down to it but she did not care. For once, she would give into these primal urges that called to her very depth of being. She wrapped her legs around him, stared him in the eye and spoke distinctly so there would be no question, no second guessing, no doubt. “I could not be more positive of anything. I want you.”

  He closed his eyes and swallowed at the sudden lump in his throat. This was a turning point for both of them. It was not just a sexual act but a merging of two bodies and souls. Although he wanted this, it also terrified him to open himself up in such a way. His past liaisons were just a means to an end. But Clarissa was different. She touched him in a way he did not believe possible or could exist for a creature such as himself.

  He held his breath for a moment before he thrust deep into her warm body. Her walls immediately gripped his cock as he immersed himself in her depths. The sensation threatened to overwhelm his senses and he kept still for a minute, to let the feelings wash over him and to permit her time to adjust to his girth. The small gasp that escaped her lips ignited his lust and he lifted his hips to pull slightly out of her before he slammed back in. His thickness deep within her heated core pulsated as he continued to penetrate deep within her hot sheath. Her legs wrapped around him, her heels dug into his clenching cheeks as he moved. He pushed his tongue into her mouth to mimic the deep thrusts of his body. One hand moved to grab her ass, squeezing as he rolled his hips with each entry. Faster and deeper as he felt her clench around his shaft.

  She sucked on his tongue, a game of trying to catch it as he plunged into her mouth with the same intensity as his cock pushed into her core. Her hands gripped his shoulders and biceps as he rode her hard. Her need to release ever close but she refused to give in to such pleasurable heights again so easily, at least not just yet. She wanted to cum when she felt his hot seed rush through her channels and towards her womb. She wanted that to push her over the edge, push her beyond any control she might have. It was so difficult to hold on. His hand moved between them to touch and stroke her nub in time with all his other moves. Perspiration formed all over their skin as the pleasure built to a fever pitch, threatening to consume them both.

  Her breathing more ragged, her body beaded with sweat, left rivets between her breasts. She touched his balls, already slick with her juices, massaging them as he pounded against her, “Oh Hell!” She tore her mouth from him, tilted her head back and gave in to the power of his cock that drove so forcefully into her while his hand massaged her nub to beyond any intensity of ecstasy. She could not hold on any longer. Unable to wait she arched her whole body rigid for a moment, suspended slightly above the mattress before she cried out. Shuddering in his arms, her juices poured from her, dampened her hand between them even more.

  Her release hit Mel like a freight train and snapped his control. Time for slow will come later. His body refused to be denied any longer. He pounded into her with a fury bordering on madness, sought that ultimate release. Oblivion awaited and his body hurt for it. His balls tightened a moment before his cock exploded with a fierce shock and his hot release jetted deep into her body. The spasms and aftershocks rippled over his skin as his head fell back and a roar escaped his lips. When at last his body was spent, he dropped his forehead to hers just breathing. Mel’s eyes were closed as he inhaled their scents mixed from the lovemaking. He captured her lips in a soft, slow kiss as he slightly suckled on her tongue.

  Trying to get air in her lungs almost burned but she did not care. It was so worth this time with him. Who would have thought that she would end up here, naked, sweaty, under him, kissing him, feeling the rush of her ecstasy mingled with him in that edge of glory that lasted seconds and an eternity rolled in one. She was not regretful she gave herself to this, to him. Funny thing was, deep down she knew that this was where she was supposed to be. It might never happen again but this moment in time had to occur and she regretted none of it. She arched her body to his, tilted her head to lick at his lips and teased his tongue with her own in languid movements. She inhaled his scent deeply, tried to commit it to memory. He was still buried inside her, reluctant to leave the snug sheath, both of them twitching and pulsating in the aftermath of their blinding release.

  Mel’s mouth nibbled a trail from her lips down to her neck, licked her succulent flesh. His hand moved slowly over her shoulder, down her arm, over her hip to follow the curve of her thigh. He nuzzled the hollow of her throat before he traveled up to her lips again. His eyes met hers, still hot from lingering passion. He gave her a small smile. “Hi.”

  His lips blazed a trail across her satiny skin beaded with a light sheen of perspiration as a result of their intense activity. Her nails lightly traced patterns on his back. His eyes still slightly darker than she was used to, filled with a subsiding lust that she knew was reflected in her own green orbs, she could not help chuckling. After all they have been through, all they have done culminating in this sexual experience and he said hi? “Hi.”

  He could not stop gazing at her. His eyes trailed over her face as he took in every inch of her. Emotions warred inside him, awkwardness, tenderness and fear. His body reacted to hers in a way that was carnal, needy. Even after their play, he was not sated. Somehow he thought if he had her once he would get the desire for her out of his system. He realized, once would never be enough as his cock stirred inside her. He dropped his head and leisurely traced her lips before he dipped his tongue inside, slowly exploring her mouth. He moved his hips against hers, his body eager once more. Clarissa’s mouth molded to his, matching his excitement. He felt his cock expand, growing inside her as his body quickly recharged.

  This night was far from over and if they were allowed only one night Mel was damn sure he was going to make it memorable. Before she could move, he pulled out of her, flipped her onto her stomach and pushed deep inside her again. His one hand grabbed her hair to tug her head back towards his waiting lips. “I hope you are not tired, because I plan to feast on you for a very, very long time.” He slammed his mouth back on hers with a fierce growl and thrust deep simultaneously, moved her body hard into the mattress.

  She pushed past the concern that this man who actually started meaning something to her would be out of her life when the stone was recov
ered and the thought of losing someone else who had become important to her stole her breath away. She wanted this, him, so badly it permeated her senses beyond recognition. It was a hunger, a craving, an insatiable desire to have him, to feel him pounding into her ready and waiting body.

  She moaned against him as he moved within her heated core with such ferocity as to make a wolf proud. His chest pressed against her back, his hand fisted around her long silken hair. She was impressed he was managing so well considering she had not thought she had healed him much from whatever ordeal he had gone through with his demon and yet his stamina, his prowess, his ability to take her so expertly proved her wrong.

  She reached behind her with one hand to touch the back of his thigh as he moved within her. The other was used to maintain some semblance of balance. She pushed back into him, needing to feel him continuously, his balls slapping against her backside. Her breasts bounced freely with the pounding thrusts of his body against hers, the scent of him and their sex mingled in the air aroused her senses even more, lifting her up into the heavens. “Feast away. I can handle whatever you can dish out.”

  Her response fueled his appetite to such a point where he ignored the screams of his aching body, the agony in his muscles from the past few days of hell. Her walls gripped hard around him and sent goose pimples over his skin. His arms pushed under her to lift her frontal portion from the bed. Grabbing a pillow, Mel pushed it under her to lift her ass in the air. With him on his knees, he grabbed her waist as the new angle allowed him to go even deeper into her. His hands curled into her hips and slammed her back into him as he thrust forward and down. Her ass hit his thighs as he pounded into her, the heat and moisture pooled on his legs.