Kiss of a Demon King

her.

How could a look be so arousing to her?

She held his gaze as she sauntered up to him. 'If you cooperate with me, I intend to kiss your body from your strangely erotic horns to your toes.' She climbed over his waist, and when he bucked, she grabbed his horns, stilling him. 'That's not cooperating, my darling.' She leaned forward and rubbed her face over the smooth surface of one.

With a groan, he turned his own face to reach for one of her nipples, nuzzling it. But once he tugged the swollen tip between his teeth, she had a moment of alarm. He could bite her . ..

Instead, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling, making her moan. To reward him, she ran her lips over his horn. His massive body shuddered beneath her, rattling the chains.

When he groaned against her breast, her eyes went heavy-lidded. Fires began to light the perimeter of the chamber, stoked with each of his feverish licks around her nipple.

With the faintest smile, she let the flames burn.

Sabine pulled back, then brushed her mouth against one of his ears. 'Demon, I would be a good lover to you.' One of her delicate hands was smoothing over his chest. 'I'd give you everything.'

Right now he had no doubt of that. 'I don't understand you. The last time you came in here, you were hard- bitten, like you were going to battle. Now this .. .'

No longer was her touch impersonal. It was tender, desiring . . . like he'd imagined his own female would touch him.

'Do you still deny I'm yours?' There was an edge to her voice.

'I deny it no longer.' He blinked, shaking his head to clear his vision. 'Sabine, there's a fire-'

'It's only illusion, demon.' In his ear, she whispered, 'It's unconscious. The flames come from me when I get extremely aroused.'

Extremely aroused? And the fire was growing. When he comprehended that she was in desperate need like him, the driving instinct to sate her raged inside him.

This seduction was too powerful, like she was using magick. The fire, the sweetness of her touch . . . 'You're weaving some kind of spell.'

'There's no spell. I just desire you.'

Even as she soothed and whispered her words, he grew more frenzied, turning more demonic.

'Accept me as yours. Claim me.' She cupped his face, giving him a tender, coaxing kiss like she had the last time she'd come to him. When she kissed him like this, his resistance melted away.

Once she broke the kiss, she leaned down to trail her lips across his chest, her shining hair sweeping over his skin. Her breasts swayed, her hard nipples glancing over him. She'd been working him into a lather with her seeking kisses and her silken hands grazing all over his body. And now she dipped down his torso, her destina-tion unmistakable.

When she rubbed her soft face against his shaft, his head fell back. He raised it a second later.

'Typical male,' she murmured, 'wanting to watch. Well, watch this ...' She teased the crown, licking the slit until he yelled out.

'Demon, you taste so good ...'

He gazed at her in disbelief. 'Tassia, suck it between your lips.'

Her hand clasped the base, her lips closing tight over the swollen head. 'Ummm,' she moaned around it, sending vibrations along his shaft.

'Take it deep for me!'

She did, pumping her fist and sucking him without mercy, working in concert to pleasure him. A helpless

groan broke from his chest when he saw her fingering her sex. Not a selfless woman but a greedy one expect­ing her pleasure. Good.

'You ... like this? Are you wet?'

In answer, she raised the hand she'd been using to pet herself toward his mouth. When he realized she expected him to taste her, his cock jerked in her mouth, and he quickly leaned down. He sucked her slick fin­gers, snarling in bliss, his seed palpably climbing.

The night began to grow hazy. He was going more demonic with a female than ever before. The need to have her lashed at him.

He released her fingers only when his back bowed. So close.

She dug her nails into his torso, marking his body in her abandon, whipping him to a frenzy. 'I have ... to take you!' With his wrists chained behind him, his arms straight back, he gave a furious thrust between her lips.

She stopped and pulled back.

'No!' he bellowed.

Gazing up at him with her deeply kohled eyes flash­ing metallic, she clutched his shaft, still wet from her tongue. Between panting breaths, she said, 'Give me the vow, demon. I'll make your eyes roll back in your head.'

The throbbing pain was too much ... goading him to give in to her.

'Rydstrom, I want this. Did you never think that I need you, too?'

Need me? 'Sabine . . .' He trailed off when he heard a yell coming from the main tower. 'What was that?'

'Nothing, absolutely nothing-'

Someone pounded on the cell door.

'Ignore that, demon,' Sabine said. 'What were you going to say to me?'

'Abie!' a female called from just outside. 'Quickly!'

Sabine made a sharp sound of frustration, then leaned her forehead against his shaft, pressing it against his stomach.

Rydstrom bit out, 'Finish this, Sabine. I need you to finish this!'

She eased up over him, lying atop him with her head on his chest. As they fought to catch their breath, she was shaking-he was shuddering.

But even as he was in agony, she felt so damned right against him.

Mine. He needed to have his arms around her, to clutch her tighter, to keep her by him.

'Let me in!' the woman called. 'I'm not leaving until you open up.'

Sabine sighed, then pressed a kiss to his chest. 'Your heart is so strong,' she murmured, sounding impressed. When she lifted her head, she met his gaze. 'I wonder if it could beat for both of us.'

He rasped, 'If I thought I could have more of you like this, it'd be yours.'

Her lips parted. Another shout sounded from the main part of the castle.

'Abie, I will create a portal into that cell if you don't come out!'

Sabine glanced away, and when she turned back, he briefly saw something in her eyes that wasn't there

before. For a heartbeat's time, she'd appeared ... fearful. The fires dissipated in a rush.

Rydstrom knew how deadly the beings here were. His alarm for her cooled the worst of his lust. My female. His instinct was to protect her. But she was one of the deadly beings here-he had to remember that.

Instinct had never warred with his reason this much. He was torn inside, the conflict taking its toll. 'Are you in danger?'

'What would you do if I said yes?' She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. 'Would you keep me safe?'

'Yes,' he answered without hesitation. 'Free me, Sabine, and I'll protect you with my life.'

'Why? Only because I'm your female?'

'Protecting you is what I was born to do.'

'I have to go.'

'Then kiss me,' he said, the words leaving his tongue before he'd even thought.

She cupped his face in her small hands and leaned down. She kissed him-differently. He cracked open his eyes to find hers squeezed shut, her brows drawn. As if she were desperate to lose herself in the kiss.

He soon did, his lids sliding shut. Lost in the way her lips trembled against his, lost in the Tightness of his female needing him.