Confessions of a Sex Demon (6 page)

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As Lennox tore through the woods, anger and concern twisted
his stomach in knots. The home he’d established on the far outskirts of Zahra’s
town was not surrounded by good company. Even worse, her glorious body would be
nude, an open invitation for any of the scumbags dwelling within the forest.
Fear was a knife to his gut as he tore through the woods after her.

Zahra would be weak. He’d seen to that himself, and now fear
infiltrated his body at the thought of what would happen if she fell into the
wrong hands. He neared the light in the distance and a scream ripped through
the forest. One desperate word reached his ears and sent him into a new fury.
“Please.”

Speeding toward a darkened form, Lennox heard Zahra’s
horrified scream as the woodsman crushed her body beneath him. Rage shook
Lennox’s sanity and he ran faster. Zahra’s cry had been one that begged for
death. And now his only desire was for her to live. He immediately wished he
could make her see something beautiful. In that moment, he was damned for
leading her to such darkness. Zahra, the succubus, was not the evil one. He
was. Just as the woodsman put his hands on Zahra, Lennox threw himself into the
bastard.

Lennox used his fists to punish his opponent until the
desperate need to absolve his own sins was washed away by blood. Crimson from
Zahra’s attacker soaked Lennox’s hands. Only her pained whimper shook him from
his fury. He had to take her home. The fact that she’d been a captive there
pained him. He stepped away from the unconscious villain. Gently, he scooped
Zahra into his arms. He’d beg for her forgiveness, but he had to make her
better first.

The long walk back through the woods was one of eternal
self-damnation. Lennox stepped carefully not to jar Zahra’s injuries. Her skin
was deathly pale and marred by a fresh purple bruise left from the woodsman’s
meaty fist. She’d nearly been raped. Lennox himself had almost killed her, only
to drive her into the arms of a desperate beast. Lennox had become everything
he hated.

Arriving home, he took Zahra into his bedroom. He laid her
unconscious form upon his bed and pulled a cover over her. He’d make her a hot
bath to clean her wounds. After the hell he’d put her though, she deserved to
be cleaned of all traces of her nightmare. He wouldn’t beg for forgiveness. But
he could draw a bath.

The water steamed as Lennox placed a blazing hot stone into
the tub. Returning to his room, he scooped Zahra into his arms. He avoided the
sight of her naked body, shame overwhelming him in waves with each bruise he
saw. Her wrists were deep shades of purple and pink where he’d bound her. The
worst damage had probably come from her desperate attempt to escape.

Gently, he set her into the warm water. Steam rose from the
surface and began to dot her skin, but her color didn’t return. Lennox wet a
small cloth and began to scrub her arms softly. The bath washed away the blood,
but Lennox could still see the nicks on her wrists from where she’d tried to
cut away the bonds. Regret gnawed away at his heart. For the first time, Lennox
realized he was happy that his wife had left him, for he didn’t deserve a
woman. And he wanted to kill himself for it.

Warm water cradled Zahra’s body as she awakened. Her
surroundings came slowly into focus. Sunlight spilled through a window, giving
light to a large room. Weakness left her vision hazy, but she made out the form
of a man kneeling before her. Not an unusual sight. Water spilled against her
chest as a soft cloth moved its way over her shoulder. The man became clearer.
Lennox.
She almost didn’t recognize him in his current
state. His blue eyes were like a bright sky clouded by sadness and his full
lips were set in a hard line. He didn’t meet her gaze. Instead, he focused on
massaging her skin with the warm cloth.

Never before had her body felt so weak. The warm water
caused her open wounds to sting, but she was too weak to care. Zahra parted her
lips to speak, but hardly a whisper escaped through her dry throat.

“Was I starting to stink then?”

It couldn’t be possible, but Zahra thought she noticed
Lennox flinch. Her gaze shifted down to the floor, and for a moment, she
thought he’d drive his fist through it.
Okay, probably not a good idea to
torment the tormentor when you’re on the verge of death.
A wave of
hopelessness hit Zahra in a nauseating wave.
Sephina
.
She’d
let her down. A tear dripped down Zahra’s cheek, but one of Lennox’s calloused
fingers caught it.

“I am sorry.” He met her gaze for the first time. His eyes
were a blue that rivaled the shiny steel of his blades. They bore into her and
she was left speechless. “Please, don’t struggle.”

Realizing the man was just exhausted, Zahra sucked in a
breath of despair. She didn’t move as he lifted her from the water, too weak to
struggle even if she wanted. The withdrawal was a tiny monster eating away at
her body from the inside.

Her strong captor carried her to another room, but instead
of cold metal, Zahra landed on a soft bed. Blankets billowed around her. Her
captor left her unattended only to return with a towel. Stunned, Zahra noted
the way his eyes averted the sight of her nakedness as he patted away the
droplets of moisture left on her body. The towel swept over her breasts, but
she felt comforted instead of violated. The gentle way in which he dried her
body was enough to usher Zahra into an exhausted slumber. If she would ever
awaken, she did not know. Once more, she slipped into darkness.

* * * *

When she awoke, warm hands were rubbing her arms with oil.
Despite the aching in her limbs, the massage brought heat to her cold body. Her
normally high body temperature had plummeted and Zahra had never felt so cold,
as if death’s freezing fingertips were wrapped around her body.

“You’re awake. Good.”

“Doesn’t that go against your plan?”

Lennox didn’t respond. Instead, he gently rolled her over on
the bed and pushed aside the covers. A woodsy scent filled the air,
infiltrating her nostrils, and making Zahra very aware of the man straddling her
waist. “You still smell of eau de woodsman rapist.”

He tensed, but began rubbing oil on her back. The odor
became stronger. “It’s the oil. It’s ground from the
sheiba
tree, it increases circulation.”

“Half herbalist, half torture expert.
I continue to be astounded by the men I attract.” The words were weak, but if
they were her last, she’d be okay dying by sarcasm. A painful swelling became
fire in her throat and Zahra coughed up blood. A soft cloth was brought to her
lips. Zahra looked over her shoulder to see Lennox leaned over her, cleaning
the blood from her lips.

Zahra whispered through the pain, holding the haunted blue
gaze of her captor. “Blood on the kidnapper’s pillow, score two for the sex
demon.”

“Don’t speak.” Lennox glanced down at the blood-dotted rag.
“I can see we need to get on with this quickly.”

Warm oily hands glided down her back, thumbs tracing her
spine. Zahra relaxed into the bed as her spine clicked into place, her bones
becoming a slave to her captor’s expert hands. They were gentler than she
expected.

Lennox was agile as he moved farther behind her, situating
himself at the back of her knees. His palms slid over the contour of her ass,
massaging gently, rubbing the warming oil into her skin. The oil spread across
her skin and soon his calloused fingertips were squeezing the insides of her
thighs. As he massaged her upper thighs, Zahra felt her core begin to tingle.
She hadn’t thought it could be possible in her weakened state, but she was
getting aroused. Surely this time, Lennox would seal her fate by taking her to
the brink once more only to have her plummet into withdrawal.

A murmur escaped her lips when Lennox parted her thighs. Her
core became exposed and she knew that she’d be glistening for him. His strong
hands gripped her thighs and moved up to
cup
the
curve of her ass. Then his tongue was upon her. The hot warmth became
everything she needed to survive, and she was so desperate, the gentle touch
nearly sent her over the edge. Lennox lapped at her slowly, tracing his way from
her clit up to the top of her lips.

Zahra groaned, pressing her face into the pillow in hopes he
wouldn’t hear. But he did, she could tell by the way he nuzzled her clit,
paying extra attention to her pleasure bud. Her body was too weak to quiver with
need, but she knew she was nearing the edge and soon he would release her. And
he did, even sooner than she imagined. Zahra wasn’t sure whether to laugh or
cry.

Lennox’s weight disappeared from the top of her. The sound
of cloth rubbing against flesh had Zahra weakly trying to turn around. When she
did, Lennox stood before her, removing his clothing, one item at a time. The
first to go was his shirt. As he pulled it over his head slowly, a long, hard
torso was revealed. The early dawn sunlight cast shadows on his tanned stomach
and shadows traced the hard lines of his muscles. Lennox was a vision of lean
strength. She’d seen him already, but not like this. Perhaps it was near-death
making her delirious.
Perhaps.
His pants fell to the
ground in a shushed heap. His manhood hardened before her eyes. Lennox didn’t
attempt to hide it.

“I regret what I’ve done to you, Zahra. I would like to ease
you.” His pale blue eyes twisted with a dark storm. “Will you have me?” His
voice was low, barely uttered as if he deserved rejection.

Zahra was too stunned to answer. No one had ever asked her
those words, and Lennox was the last man she expected to hear them from.

He turned from her and she got a delicious look at his
derriere. It was round and begged to be touched, grabbed and dragged into bed.
“You are not fit to travel, but I can bring someone back here. Tell me who you
need.”

She surprised even herself. “I’ll have you.”

Peace came to Lennox’s handsome face, and in that moment,
she realized that he was stunning. He was Adonis with the face of an angel, and
he walked toward her now with tenderness in his gaze. This time there would be
a happy ending.

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Lennox leaned over Zahra’s body, careful not to let his
weight fall on her as he prepared to enter. He was hard as granite, aching to
feel her softness surround him. Her amber eyes could have been cut from tiger
stone, flecks of charcoal and gold swirled through bright orange. They lit up
the dark room like two glowing lanterns. As she held his stare, he slowly began
to slide between her moist lips. Her eyes glowed with contentment as he began
filling her. She liked it slow, the slight curve of her lips revealed much.
Lennox continued to push, searching her face for any signs of discomfort. For
now, he knew she was still weak from his hours of torture, so he would go
slowly. This pleasure would be for her.
All for her.
But if she kept that subtle smile on her lips and the fire in her eyes, he knew
the thrill would be just as much for him.

Her fingers rested on his shoulders and she pulled him
closer as he went deeper. She was endless, but he filled her to the hilt. The
moan she whispered echoed through his mind, a dizzying love spell. Zahra’s
tight core became a warm blanket enveloping his skin and, as he reached her deepest
crevice, her lips parted. He resisted an intense urge to taste her lower lip,
nibble on it as he glided in and out of her.

Using great care, he rocked in and out of her, each time
thrusting a little bit harder. His motion caused the bed to rock against the
wall. He could feel her breasts swinging with the motion, but didn’t dare take
his eyes from her blissful gaze. Her eyes were closed to half-mast, but each
time he filled her completely, she reopened them to view him. Even
his own
wife hadn’t stared at him with such lust and
gratitude.
Emmerie
had kept her eyes closed most of
the damn time. Now he knew nothing was as erotic as a woman’s eyes overtaken by
a storm of pleasure.

“Kiss me.”

His earth shattered at the demand. Lennox took her lips
within his own and tasted her mouth, sweet cinnamon fire for his tongue. Her
tongue stroked his with a need that surprised him. The passion caused his
thrusts to quicken, going deeper and harder. She gasped, but never took her
lips from his mouth. Her body rose to the occasion, meeting his thrusts,
bucking so each penetration hit her in all the right places.

He moaned as Zahra nibbled on his lip, pulling it between
her teeth. She released it only to take his mouth captive by her expert tongue.
The way she explored his mouth made Lennox believe that she wanted him for more
than just recovery.

As he continued to thrust, rocking against her beautiful
body, Lennox brought his fingers to the space between her legs. He massaged her
bud, rocking into her and hovering only inches away from her face. He didn’t
know which was better, kissing her lips or being privileged enough to hold her
gaze.

A throaty moan nearly sent Lennox over the edge. Zahra’s
core squeezed tight around his hard cock. Her wetness coated his sheath allowing
him to drive harder and faster. Her breaths came quicker, and soon Zahra was
panting, arching her back so that her breasts pressed against his skin. One of
his hands found her hair and he clutched it in his fist as he leaned in to kiss
the soft flesh of her neck. He nestled his face into her skin, getting lost in
the comfort of her body and the spicy, sweet scent of her skin. He kissed the
hidden cove of skin behind her ear.

As he did, he felt her coming. Her thighs squeezed closed
and her core twisted around him. The erotic madness overwhelmed him and he
nearly lost it. Inhaling to contain himself, he heard his breath whisper a
secret he hadn’t planned on revealing.