The Demon Duke and I (18 page)

          Silviu’s head dropped down on her chest, kissing her heart.

          He knew that he would have died with her.

          “What are you thinking?” she whispered, feeling his heartbeat increasing.

          “I was thinking about what I would do if I lost you.” He did not lie and it was not just because he could not do so to his heartkeeper. He spoke the truth because he needed her to understand.

          “And?”

          “The whole world would have paid if you were gone from my side,” Silviu said seriously. “So for the sake of all those you hold dear, milady, try not to die on me.”

          She was silent for a moment, and he did not prod her to speak. The way her lips shook even harder told him that she was doing her best to keep her own emotions under control.

          Women in Chalys, whether they were human or not, were not afraid to show their emotions. They relished showing what they were feeling inside, as if it was a badge of honor. But this one – his proud little future duchess - she was a fighter, a warrior in her own right.

          “I wish,” she said in an unsteady voice, “I could be just as dramatic and tell you that I can call some earthquakes and tsunamis to the kingdom if someone takes you away from me. But I’m just human.”

          “Georgina---”

          “But I swear, Silviu, I will
never
stop fighting for you, and I will give up my life for---”

          He kissed her again, not wanting to hear her say such words. In their world, such words could be a taken as a vow and he did not ever want the day to come that she would be made to sacrifice her life for him.

          “I missed you,” he said hoarsely against her lips.

          She did not answer, his heartkeeper still being the proud lady that she was.

          It only made him smile. “I will make you say you miss me too before the night ends, milady.”

          “You can
try.”
She ended up gasping the last word out as he tore off her chemise and brought them back to bed in an instant.

          Using his powers for something so small made her laugh triumphantly, knowing it was because Silviu did miss her. In the blink of an eye, he was just as naked as she was, and when his hard body covered hers, George’s laughter turned into a moan.

          Oh, damn it. How she had missed this, too!

          She pushed against his shoulders, making him flip them over so she could be on top. She kissed him all over his face and Silviu took it as his cue that she wanted to take over. He laid back, her angel-demon lover, his gloriously long golden hair like a halo around him. God, he was so sexy! If she had a camera with her, she would take photos of him all night long – especially like this!

          She moved down, kissing his neck, biting him. “If I become like you, will I have fangs as well?”

          Silviu’s chest rumbled with laughter. “I’m afraid not, milady.” He grinned when she looked up to pout at him, but soon his laugh turned into a groan as her lips found his nipple and she started to lick it.

          “I’ve dreamt of this, you know.”

          “Good,” he rasped, all his attention focused on the way her sexy little tongue drew circles around his nipple.

          “Did you dream of me---” She sucked on his nipple and was rewarded by his groan. “---while I was gone?”

          “I didn’t sleep.”

          She stopped kissing his nipple. “Ha!”

          Silviu did not smile. “I am not lying. I did not sleep because I was watching over you all the time. I needed to be sure that the…your aunt would not do anything to you.”

          For a moment, she didn’t answer.

          And then she snarled, “You’re just saying that to make me cry!”

          This time, he did smile.

          “Please say something sexy so I won’t cry. I don’t want to cry.”

          “Suck my cock.”

          She gaped at him and then she laughed, a little tearfully still, but at least her eyes were beginning to dry.

          He raised a brow.
Why aren’t you sucking at my cock?

          Fucking arrogant bastard.
How she had missed him!

          She moved down, loving the way his muscles tensed and flexed with her every move. She blew gently on the head of his cock, and Silviu groaned.

          She took his cock in her hand, and it had grown to such proportions that her fingers could not properly wrap themselves around it. “Did this one miss me, too?” she purred.

          “Just fucking suck---” He ended up cursing in his native demon language as her mouth took him all the way in, sucking him so deep her lips nearly touched his balls. He gripped the sheets, fisting, trying to control his body’s movements as she sucked him hard, her mouth bobbing up and down his cock.

          She began to play with his balls, and his hands moved, sinking into her lush hair, tightening. She sucked hard on the head of his cock, and his hips jerked into her mouth in reaction.

          She started moving her mouth faster, and he forgot everything as he lost himself in the pleasure of her mouth. His hips were moving more furiously now, and he was literally fucking her mouth, harder, faster, his fingers tightening its grip on her hair.

          “I’m about to come,” he growled.

          She did not answer, only squeezing his balls hard.

         
Fuck!

         
He shot his cum into her mouth, his eyes dazed as he watched her take it all in, her own eyes on him. She swallowed everything as he continued to jerk into her mouth, and when he was spent, she released him slowly, licking her lips as she did.

          Fuck if that wasn’t a turn on!

          She shrieked in surprise when he suddenly flipped her on her back. She raised herself as he moved down. “What---” His wings burst free from behind his back and she fell back against the bed, the sight of those beautiful black wings turning her body into mush. Who would have known such a sight would be an incredible turn on for her?

          His wings started to beat, and the cold air it created tickled her bare skin. She looked down when Silviu pushed her thighs wide open.

          The sight of him down there made her swallow. “Silviu, you don’t---” But he was already kissing her there, tiny little kisses on every inch of her pussy. Her head fell back. And then he was sucking on her clit, his fingers pushing inside her.

          “
Ooooooooh.
”

          He tossed her legs over his shoulders and tongued her clit in a way that had her body writhing, her legs tightening around his head, instinctively wanting to keep him there.

          Even her hands joined in, gripping his hair, using it as an anchor as she moved up to grind her pussy against his mouth.

          She felt him laugh, and she felt herself redden but she still couldn’t stop herself. “Please,” George gasped.

          And then he stopped.

          “Nooooo.”

          He moved up, and she was shocked to find his cock hard once more, so hard it made her weep, just imagining how Silviu would take her with it.

          When George looked up, he was smiling.

          “Damn you!”

          “Say the words, ma threa.”

          She shook her head.

          He held his cock and began teasing her folds, pushing it in just the slightest bit before pulling it out, giving her the briefest taste of ecstasy.

          Her head tossed from side to side against the pillow. “Damn you!”

          “Say the words,” he growled.

          His cock was so fucking close. It was so damn hard. She tried to push herself up, tried to get it all the way in, but his hips swung away and the emptiness drove her crazy. “I MISS YOU!”

          The words were barely out of her mouth when he pushed in, his cock ramming so deep into her that she bucked in the bed, the shock of it, the absolute fullness of it taking her breath away.

          She screamed as he pounded into her like a rutting bull, in and out, each thrust more possessive, more ferocious, more demanding than the last.

          He fucked and fucked and fucked her, and all she could do was gasp. “Silviu!”

          “I’m here, ma threa.” He held her face with both hands and kissed her, his tongue mimicking the thrusts of his cock. In, out, in, out, boldly claiming what was his by destiny and by choice.

          His heartkeeper.

          “Please,” she sobbed against his mouth.

          His fingers moved down, rubbing her clit the way he knew she would love.

          She started to tense.

          He rubbed her clit faster and as he withdrew his cock, Silviu pinched the nub of flesh the same time he pushed his cock back in, as deeply as he could go.

          It was more than enough, sending her over the edge, his heartkeeper screaming his name over and over.

          The emptiness, the terror, and the darkness of the past few weeks disappeared at the lovely sound of her voice.

Now all he knew was joy, and as her vaginal muscles squeezed his cock with every pulse of her orgasm, Silviu found himself nearing the edge as well.

Her eyes flew open, locking with his. “Silviu,” she whispered. The acceptance that he had dreamt of finding for so long, the passion and the courage he had always wished to see in a heartkeeper – it was all there, everything and more.

His body tightened, the look in her eyes making him shudder.

“Silviu.”

The sound of his name on his heartkeeper’s lips was all he needed to push him over the edge as well and Silviu pounded into her, throwing her legs wide open as he speared her pussy with his cock again and again, her cries making his once dark world dazzle with so much color.

His heartkeeper.

His.

Only his.

“Georgina,” he said harshly.

She looked up at him, her eyes still cloudy with desire.

“
I love you.
”

Her lips parted in surprise, her eyes widening, her throat convulsing. But she did not say a word and he did not mind.

He kissed her hard, and she kissed him back just as fiercely. The words he needed were already there, her kiss just as telling but even so Silviu wanted the words. When he lifted his head, he was smiling.

Her eyes narrowed, her face becoming suspicious.

“By tomorrow’s ball I will make you say it,
ma threa.
”

His words tied her up in knots and butterflies filled her stomach at his voice, arrogant, possessive, and tender all at the same time.

He loved her.