Haunting Savannah: 8 Dark and Seductive Tales

by Lia Davis

  "Is this what you want?" He touched himself.

  Her mind reeled, a swirling vortex of thoughts that focused only on him making love to her with that magnificent cock. She nodded.

  He let go of himself, hooked his arms under her legs and pulled her down until her ass was flush with the end of the bed.

  She bent her knees and rested her feet on the mattress, spreading herself open for him. Her juices dripped, making her squirm.

  He moved closer, his gaze traveling all over her body, her breasts, her stomach and her center. She tangled her hands in the sheets. "Please."

  "Now, you're ready." Rather than a sharp thrust to quench her ache, he slipped into her in one slow, smooth motion, taking his time to fill her.

  He took an equal amount of time withdrawing, almost to the point of him pulling out altogether.

  She whimpered.

  With a moan, he continued the torture. A gradual ingress with not enough pressure, followed by the agony of his egress where she thought she would lose him.

  "Dolan." She held her hand out toward him and lifted her hips, trying to get him to stay embedded within her. "More." She sucked in her breath. It wasn’t possible she could be more aroused by his teasing. She had to have all of him. "More."

  Rather than grabbing her, he took hold of the bedpost and sped up with more power. His body was glorious, his muscles on his chest and stomach contracting and expanding with his effort.

  "Ah." Though she wanted him to lie on top of her, to kiss her, to lose control, or even to let her get on top and ride him to oblivion. Instead, she restrained herself, allowing herself to lap up everything he gave her. Again, her end was in reach, and she met his every movement. At last they found their rhythm. Her eyes closed halfway, making the world blurry. "That's good."

  He rewarded her compliment by grinding into her.

  "Yes." Her body took over, and her heart sped up. Again she was there, inching toward the edge of the cliff. This time she had to come. She forgot herself and his rules. As she hit that one moment where she would fall into bliss, she reached to touch herself.

  "Leora!" He caught her wrist and withdrew, leaving only the head of his cock inside her.

  Her body seized. The gratification that was almost hers dissipated. She pressed her ass into the bed, trying for any relief. "What are you doing?" She jerked her hand away from him, wrapping her arms around herself and shutting her eyes.

  "You wanted to sleep with a demon. I warned you." He slid all the way inside her, but didn't move.

  She bit her lip. His game, his teasing, and the way he edged her on, making her plead for more was secretly what she dreamed of, but she also wanted to orgasm. She wanted him to want her. The way he acted, he could stop at any time and go watch a ball game. "Don't you want me?"

  "What more proof do you need?" He gave her one shallow stroke.

  His lone push into her was enough to make her muscles clamp down around him, only furthering the torment. "Don't stop."

  "Aren't you getting what you wanted all along?" He drew his hand up her leg over to her hip.

  She didn't answer. Her whole body was inflamed and burning. "I don't know."

  "Tell me what you want." He left her body.

  She shook her head, wanting to cry at the loss.

  He repositioned her, turning her to her side with her legs together and caressed her bottom. "Tell me."

  She pressed her lips together when he rubbed himself over her wet opening and she finally combusted. "I want you to fuck me!"

  He drove into her as she wanted before. He held onto her leg for leverage and pounded hard enough to cause the bed to hit the wall. The only other sound in the room besides her gasping for air was their skin slapping together.

  "Yes." He didn't call out to her. His word leaving his lips was more like a hiss of serpent.

  "Please, don't stop." Any thoughts of being with him, having him want her disappeared, leaving her sole focus on her long sought after climax. At last, her fulfillment was speeding at her, an out of control car with only one place to crash.

  She reached out, trying to grasp anything for support and only finding the pillow she tossed aside earlier. Now she used it as a life preserver, as she floated toward ecstasy, and she bit down on the pillow to hide her screams.

  It was here, it had to be, all the signs were there. She panted and clawed at the bed, her orgasm within reach. He wasn't stopping, in fact, he was pummeling his body against hers.

  "Now! Please." The trembling started first. Every inch of her shook, the precursor to the real quake. She broke out in a sweat, making her icy hot.

  He leaned forward, bracing himself on either side of her, but he kept on giving her everything.

  Nothing happened.

  Her body teetered on the apex, not certain which way to go, and chose instead to remain balanced at the top, where lust strangled her and rapture stayed out of reach. She held her breath, bore down, tried to contract her muscles, to spur it on to no avail.

  The room spun, the more he indulged her the worse it became until the agony of denial broke through her senses. "Stop!" She struggled for air. "Please stop, I can't take it." She let go of the pillow and covered her eyes.

  He may be a demon, but he was gentleman enough to not waste any time pulling out. His labored breath brushed her shoulder, and she shuddered. Every skin cell was raw, exposed, any contact, misery.

  "Do you need a break?" He moved off to one side.

  Her arousal didn't wane, she could only squeeze her legs together, but nothing offered relief, the need wasn't fading as it should. She would need to take control of the demon herself, seize the power as he taught, but she couldn't move. "Yes."

  Chapter 7

  PROMISES

  * * *

  Dolan laid back and stroked himself. A motion made all the easier from the lubrication Leora's body produced for him. He breathed in, rubbed the head of his cock with his fingertips, abating the urge to grab her and thrust himself into her once more. It would only be a matter of time before she couldn't wait.

  He glanced over to her curled on her side. Her rib cage expanding and contracting as she tried to calm down. Her arms were wrapped tight around her as if she needed to hold on to something to obey his command and not pleasure herself.

  She moaned. "Dolan."

  "What is it?" He tightened his grip on himself.

  "Please."

  "What you need is right here."

  She turned over, wiping her hair away from her eyes to let her gaze dart from his face to what she really wanted. "Come here." She held her hand out.

  He shook his head and took his time continuing his ministrations. "I'm quite comfortable."

  "You're torturing me." She narrowed her eyes and bit her lip.

  "Torture is a strong word." He ran his tongue across his teeth. "Are you in pain?"

  "You're a bastard." She crawled over to him.

  "So I'm aware." He focused on her breasts. Taut orbs and hard nipples swelled from needs unfulfilled. "You're the one who insisted you could handle a demon."

  She came over to him, the glaze over her eyes turning to a blaze and sparkling among the candles. "At one point, I thought you were an angel."

  "You thought wrong." He growled at her admission, though he heard it every time he visited her. "I thought you were innocent."

  She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. "You thought wrong."

  Once again, she surprised him, this time by straddling him with her back facing him and captured him between both her hands, a child trying to steal another's lollipop.

  No more sweet, sensual caresses. Her frustration came out in her firm grip.

  He arched his back. "Go ahead and take a ride."

  "Come before me and I'll kill you." She propped herself up.

  "I have hours left in me." He raised his knees. "So do you." She would release him from his promise willingly before she passed out from exhaustion and frustration. He would disappe
ar with his freedom.

  "That's what you think." She guided him to her and slid down his shaft.

  He clenched his teeth. An aroused woman who would do anything was nothing new, but those women were snapshots. A scant few hours spent with some woman as despicable as a demon, one who deserved him, and would serve his kind well.

  Leora wasn't one of those women, at least not when he first found her. Some rules to live by recited to a desperate child yielded the selfish woman who now impaled herself on him.

  The only trouble was, for the first time he also couldn't get enough. Her slick opening drew him in, beckoning him to drive himself into her. He refused to move with her, bring her closer, bring him closer. He held out his hand to touch her, but stopped. He needed to keep a distance.

  "Yes." She propelled herself up and down, undulated back and forth.

  His breathing increased, the compulsion to turn her over building. If he allowed it, she would have him coming long before his work with her was complete.

  He focused on his hand still in midair. What was he going to do? Guide her? Help her? No. He had to slow her down. He wouldn't come until daylight threatened to take him. She wouldn't come at all.

  He was a demon.

  No. He stretched out his fingers, flattened his palm and whipped his hand right on her backside. The sound of his skin hitting hers rang through the room. No one deserved this punishment more than this woman. She would never trap him again.

  "Dolan!" She reared up.

  For a brief second his spank had the desired effect, and he gained control of his breath as he watched a perfect red handprint develop on her left cheek.

  "Do it again." She launched herself down on him once more. "Harder."

  He balled one hand in a fist, swearing he became even more rigid at her wants. "Don't let me deny you." He brought his other hand down hard on her right cheek. The sting reverberated from his hand, through his body and only succeeded in making his craving worse.

  "I'm getting closer." She braced herself on his knees and continued to grind into him. "I'm almost there."

  Yes, he was made to have incredible stamina, dole out pleasure just short of ecstasy, and take what he needed only at the end, but watching Leora stretched his boundaries. She writhed and squirmed trying to obtain the relief she thought was only moments away. Her heart-shaped ass bounced down on his stomach with each pounding. He trailed his fingers over those inflamed cheeks, letting out a moan.

  "Dolan, come on." She dug her nails into his legs. "I need it."

  He luxuriated in the pleasure-pain of her piercing his skin. He couldn't surrender control, become lost. "Harder, Leora." He grabbed her hips and directed her.

  She panted. Her head fell forward causing locks of her now sweat-soaked hair to cascade around her. "I'm going to come."

  Oh, she was right there, at the brink, the rim of the volcano, where she would want to fall into the molten lava and have her body consumed.

  "Dolan, come with me." She found the strength to lunge herself on him again and again.

  She called out to him not because she wanted his climax, but because she wanted to end the torture and not have him use her battered body further. Still, his balls tightened signaling his body could be primed to head toward its own release, but it wasn't time. He closed his eyes and inhaled. This was never a problem for him before. He couldn't give into her pleas. His enjoyment would come not from an orgasm, but from her denial. He couldn't let go, not yet. He hadn't taken it all from her. By the time he filled her, she would be pleading for him to stay hard and make the ache go away. "I'm not ready."

  She cried out, and began shaking. "I need to."

  He gave her hope by raising his hips. "Come on."

  "Ah." She sped up. "Now, now."

  Her wetness dripped down him, coating them both, and he licked his lips knowing he would never get the chance to taste her again. His stomach coiled, and for a brief second he forgot himself and moved with her. He’d wanted her for too long. Damn it, he wanted to let go.

  "Dolan." Her hands slipped down his leg and she gasped, her body tensed.

  "Leora." He kept up his movements, jutting his hips up even harder, faster, giving her the impression she could have what she wanted.

  "I can't." Her body slumped forward. "I can't." She let go of him and braced herself on the bed, still rocking her hips. "I just wanted to…" She cut herself off with a moan.

  He crippled her. It was inevitable. She lasted longer than any other woman, but of course he trained her for this. At this second, his arousal should be swelling, he should be getting up on his knees and taking her like the animal he turned her into until he was spent and laying in a pool of relaxation while she cried. "What did you want?"

  She pulled at the covers, trying to separate herself from him. "I wanted you to want me."

  "What do you mean?" He propped himself up on his elbows and moved forward, not wanting to be apart from her.

  "Just like you always told me, I'm a mistake." She defied him and slid her hand between her legs. "I can't get either of us off."

  He watched her. Now she wasn't trying to glean any euphoria, only peace.

  "Every night since I was old enough I would think about how I would make you want me." She shook her head. "I wanted you to want me, and I wanted to know what it was like to be with you. Really be with you. Me and you. It's always been you."

  That was what she wanted? Had he trained her to be selfish enough to think she could alter his existence? "No one can really be with me."

  "No one believes in demons." She swallowed. "Or angels."

  He squeezed his eyes shut. Everything he was, she absorbed and changed it into her own incarnation of the truth. Now his erection swelled further, not from the image of leaving her in a state of want, but from the thought of showing her what it would be like to really be with him, or the being she wanted him to be. Just one time. How was it this insignificant human entrenched herself in him so far that he would sacrifice himself? It went against everything he knew. "Come here." He curled his arm around her waist and pulled her to him.

  A murmur of protest escaped her throat as his body left hers. At first she tried to resist, but her muscles gave out. She didn't put up a fight as he placed her on her back in the middle of the bed.

  He moved over her and brushed her hair off her forehead.

  She held her hand up, pushing against his chest. "I can't."

  "You need to." He ran a finger down her neck. Her pale skin was flushed, mottled from heat. "I need to do this." Once more he would defy his kind as he had by coming to her every four years, and now with what he was about to do. He would deal with the consequences later. She wanted to really be with him. Maybe it was selfish, but he’d created her.

  "Look at me."

  With her eyes almost closed, she moved her head from side to side.

  "Look at me." He slightly entered her, not giving either of them enough. She had to make eye contact with him.

  She licked her lips and began to snake her hand to her clit once more.

  "Look at me!" He caught her wrist. "Do you really want to leave it like this, or do you want to really be with me?"

  At last she opened her eyes, blinking twice before focusing on him. "I can't stand anymore."

  He stared into her pupils and waited until she locked in on his. He paused while his mind rewound, remembered the reverse of the incantation only to be used in the most dire circumstances. "You will have release, relief and satisfaction tonight. I promise." With the words out, he plunged into her. She yelled out at being penetrated once more, grabbed his face and found his mouth with her own.

  Forgotten instinct or ancient reflex, he wrapped his arms around her. At last doing what he wanted to all along and melding his lips to hers, kissing her. The connection between them was tangible the second their tongues touched. He wanted her, but it was more.

  Yes, he kissed her and rocked against her to ensure he delivered on his promise. He
craved her pleasure more than he craved the denial or his own gratification.

  She would destroy him. He knew it from the day he made the mistake of coming into her life. He cared, and now he would end up somewhere worse than Hell.

  Dolan kissed her. Not the impersonal licks, nips and nibbles he administered to her the entire night. He kissed her, the kind of kiss that every woman dreamed they would receive from the time they were little girls.

  This kiss bonded them together. Everything changed when their lips joined. He took a quick breath and kissed her again.

  Before the kiss, she was nothing but a gluttonous goblin searching out physical satisfaction. Now, in his arms, his weight on her, his taste dancing in her mouth, she was sated, and she wanted him to experience the same.

  His thrusts weren't the lust-filled drives or the calculated strokes he gave her earlier. This time he worked her, gliding his body against hers, and he never stopped kissing her.

  She closed her eyes and held him, not focusing on how fast she could meet her end, but at last, taking in the trip. She concentrated on how his muscles changed with every movement, the sound of their lips colliding with each other, the way the last remnants of her perfume blended with the scent that was uniquely Dolan's. These spectacular sensations converged, creating a euphoric rise that promised her climax was on the horizon.

  Her body had long ago given up. The effort too great for her to do much else than accept his gift. In order to be with him she had no choice but to find her strength. Deep down, it was what she wanted.

  She coiled her legs around his waist, entrenching him deeper inside her.

  "Leora." He breathed her name into her mouth and slid his hand back to cup her bottom.

  She exhaled, not rushing toward the inevitable, but trying to stave it off. Her quest now to savor, take time to taste and not shovel everything into her starving body at once. "Oh, my God."