Demon from the Dark

fingernail above the top of his trews, back and forth through the trail of hair just below his navel. His cock strained to her touch, the crown jutting past the material.

'Oh, Malkom.' She sucked in a breath. 'Stop me if you don't want me to touch you, love. Otherwise ...'

Stop her? He wanted to shove her cool hand into his trews, make her fondle his heated shaft and soothe his aching testicles.

When the pad of her finger met the sensitive tip, he groaned, knowing he was nigh defeated. She began rubbing the head, up and down the slit, coaxing until it gave up drops of seed for her.

Defeated.

Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her hand away, then lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the blanket, laying her down to yank and tear her clothes from her.

Once she was stripped before him, he sat back on his haunches, releasing a pent-up breath. He stared, staggered by her beauty, feeling almost drunk on it.

The mist dampened her flawless skin. Her creamy breasts rose and fell with her panting breaths, her nipples stiffening as if to beg for a lash of his tongue.

Her heavy-lidded eyes seemed to glow with her desire. 'Malkom, please don't stop now.' She was squeezing her thighs together, her body subtly rocking with need.

'Ara, I have never ... I do not know ...'

'You can tell me anything.'

'I have never done this and ...' He wanted to get it right. To not hurt her, only to pleasure her—

She wordlessly drew up a knee, parting her legs to reveal her glistening curls.

A growl was ripped from his chest. As he yanked off his pants, he told her in Demonish, 'I am defeated, female.' Naked, he dropped to his knees beside her. 'Tonight I must have you, else die from the wanting.'

Chapter 39

Malkom rasped words to her that she didn't understand. But no matter the meaning, she knew they were words of feeling, convincing her that she hadn't lost him forever.

As he knelt before her, he again reminded her of a virility god. His towering body flexed with cords of muscle. His horns had nearly regrown and now flared back, darkening.

His damp blond hair whipped across his cheek, his blue eyes flickering to that intense black.

Yet as her gaze followed the golden trail of hair leading down to his shaft, his size gave her a moment of hesitation. If he wasn't gentle, he would definitely hurt her.

Trust him, you've wanted this.

When he lay beside her, she leaned over to stroke him.

But he cast her that stern look, slowly shaking his head. In English, he grated, 'No more of your touches, witch, lest I finish in your hand.' Then he gathered her wrists to pin them over her head. With his free hand, he readied two fingers to enter her, biting free his claws.

She shivered in anticipation, her sex clenching for those fingers inside her. 'Then touch me, demon,' she whispered, letting both of her knees fall wide.

With a groan, he cupped her with his rough palm, covering her possessively as he slid his forefinger inside her.

'Yes!' She welcomed the insistent stroke, even as she'd begun panting for more.

He dipped his head to nuzzle her breasts, his hot tongue flicking one of her nipples. With his brows drawn tight, he closed his lips around the swollen peak, muttering mindlessly to himself about how sweet she tasted ... how he'd dreamed of her scent.

By the time he returned with a second finger, she was nearly on the verge.

'Tell me you are ready.' Before he took her other nipple, he rasped, 'I want to be ... claiming you.' He gave a decisive thrust with those two fingers. 'Ah, fucking you like this.' Another unyielding thrust. At his words, she grew even more aroused, and he could feel it. 'My female is slick, needing her release.'

'Yes, I'm ready.' She sounded as desperate as she was. 'Please, demon ...'

He moved between her legs, his tanned skin sheening in the rain, his shaft jutting eagerly. His eyes were now black as onyx and burning with intent.

So gorgeous. And about to be mine.

He gripped himself in his fist, positioning the broad crown against her entrance. 'Tell me you want me, witch.'

'I want you, Malkom.' She moaned when the head nudged inside her. 'I've never wanted like I do now.'

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As Malkom gazed down at where their bodies were about to join, he swallowed, nervousness and excitement warring within him. 'At last to have this.'

At last to have my wife.

'Yes, yes,' she murmured, her hips rolling wantonly.

With each undulation, her sex moistened the head of his cock, giving him a taste of what he might yet feel, spurring him to thrust. He wanted deep within her, wanted his shaft to be covered in that wetness.

'Just please go a little easy at first.'

As water drops collected over her pale skin, he began to press forward, groaning from the heat that greeted him. When her sheath enveloped the head, he watched, unable to catch his breath as he inched through her tightness. After so long wondering...

'Slow, demon.' She grasped his shoulders as she maneuvered beneath him, wriggling her hips as if to receive him better. 'Please.'

Slow. Somehow. He clamped the backs of her thighs with shaking hands. Spreading her legs even wider, he painstakingly squeezed in deeper. His cock had already begun throbbing, bordering on pain. He wasn't even halfway in.

And still he watched their joining. A feeling like grief seized him when he realized that he'd never fit her. That her tender body had not been made for one like him.

'Witch, I cannot ...' Yet her eyes were still desirous, heavy-lidded. 'Do you not ...' What to ask her? He could barely formulate thoughts, much less words. 'I do not hurt you?'

'No, Malkom.' She shook her head, and the exquisite scent of her hair nearly felled him.

Truly? If she had no worry, then his was relieved. Carrow would know about these things better than he.

'You feel wonderful,' she added, biting her bottom lip.

My gods, so do you, woman.

His resolve renewed, he pressed forward. Sweating as he mounted her, he sank his aching shaft deeper.

'Demon, you're almost ...' She gasped when he'd gone as far as her body would allow, gloved within her heat. 'Ah, there!' She arched her back, and her sex slipped along his cock.

His eyes nearly rolled back in his head.

'Carrow!' Dizzy with pleasure, he rasped, 'There is nothing better.' He wanted to savor this, to revel in the connection. But instinct drove him, commanding him to thrust. He withdrew his hips and bucked for the first time. The bliss of it wrenched a roar from his chest. His back bowed.

Another thrust.

Gods almighty. He'd never lived before this moment.

With a ragged groan, he gazed down at her, telling her in Demonish that she was soft, perfect.

That this was heaven.

He stretched his body over hers, heaving forward, needing to do this hard.