To Summon a Demon (7 page)

Lili wrapped the fingers of her free hand around the thick band of the wrist that held her head still. The scent of aroused male rose between them. And the insistent throb of his erection against her hip told her that he wasn’t feeling as leisurely as his actions transmitted.

The depth of his control sent a thrill of heat through her.

Gods, to have all that control focused on her was unbelievably sexy.

Her eyelids drifted closed as he finally inserted only the tip of his tongue between her lips and lapped the sensitive skin, sparking the contraction of her nipples. The smattering of hair across his chest abraded her already sensitive breasts and shot sparks of arousal over her skin.

She touched the tip of her tongue to his, and a bolt of desire zapped her core.

Lili fisted her hand in his hair and pulled his mouth closer, needing the pressure he seemed to be adamantly denying her. She arched higher, seeking that delicious contact, seeking him.

She nipped at his lips, trying to goad him into harder contract. Trying desperately to find a point of connection with some weight behind it instead of this soft, gentle teasing designed to drive her crazy.

Lili moaned.

Suddenly she understood that he was used to being in charge. Just as she was.

The perverse need to shake him up roared through her.

She bucked, trying to get him on top of her. Trying to get the massive weight of him to press into her. To dominate her.

He hadn’t even really touched her. Just the slight brush of his body against hers and the points where his mouth met her skin.

“Gods,” she breathed. “Touch me.”

“With pleasure.”

He cupped her breasts with the rough pads of his fingers.

With her free hand, she caressed the broad, thick muscles of his shoulders. Strong shoulders.

Built to protect her from the storms. She melted into the pleasure of his touch. Her legs twitched restlessly. Each squeeze and pinch of his fingers plucked more and more sensation from her until she thought she would burst.

She wanted to explore every inch of him with her hands, then start all over again with her tongue.

Lili nipped at the bunched curve of his bicep as he licked his way down her sternum.

He swirled his tongue over each areola with a loving attention to detail then slid down and penetrated her belly button. All the while his clever fingers cupped her hips.

With one hand and foot bound, her range of motion was limited. As he pressed his fingers into her hips, Lili could barely move.

Everything in her tightened, and froze as he licked his way down to her core. His breath was hot against the tender skin of her belly as he held her down. Every nerve and muscle pulsed with anticipation as she waited eagerly for the carnal attention of his mouth.

He blew against her nether lips and she could almost, almost reach his mouth. Yet he held himself apart. "Do you remember when we met?”

Lili whimpered. How could she forget?

Then, neither one of them had been naked, skin to skin as they were now, her feminine core bared to his gaze and at the mercy of his mouth. The mouth he was withholding from her. Lili sighed.

“Do you?” he asked more forcefully, his breath a sensual puff against her clitoris.

“Gods,” she panted. “Please. Yes. Whatever.”

“I’ve been dreaming of this since then.” He confessed to her pussy. And in one dominating thrust, he forced his tongue inside her.

Oh. My. Gods.

Her hips rose as he fucked her with his tongue. The tip fluttered against that spot. Lili’s head swam as his tongue seemed to expand inside her. Bigger than any cock she’d ever taken, wider, more talented, more everything.

The tips of his fingers pressed into the soft skin of her belly just above her pubis as he flicked his tongue in and out of her faster and faster.

The stubble from his beard abraded her pussy and his teeth nipped at her clit as she rode his chin.

Her womb clenched, struggling to hold him inside her as her entire body reached for the orgasm that taunted her.

He rubbed his thumbs along the swollen petals of her sex. Every bit of him focused on her, focused on the beautiful explosion building with in her. Her body strained even as she began trying to back away from the intensity.

Her heels dug into the quilt. She needed relief from the awful, unbearable arousal slamming into her from all sides.

She whimpered again. If she could speak, she would have told him to stop, to wait, to give her a moment to catch her breath.

But he just kept assaulting her senses as he pressed all of his tongue inside her. She swore he touched the entrance to her womb even as he rubbed along the ridge of her g-spot. She exploded.

Stars sparked behind her closed eyelids. Every sensation centered around her womb, the flat thick bulk of his tongue, the agile, tricky tip, the rough caress of his fingers, even the press of his arms holding down her legs.

Oh, my Gods. Her body shook and her heart bulleted out of her chest. Lili tried to slow her system down. Tried to summon fear for the fact that she was bound and helpless, but all she could do was feel. She didn’t tremble in fear, but in need and desire. She should be feeling vulnerable, at a disadvantage, instead she was triumphant. Because while she trembled with spent desire, Gaap’s arms and legs vibrated with need. For her.

He
needed
her
.

Gaap rested his cheek against the sweet, silky skin of Lili’s belly. Her breath heaved in and out and her whole body shook. He inhaled her unique musk and knew he should be suspicious of her and her motives.

But her essence coated his tongue, sunk into his pores, and infiltrated his brain until he could think of nothing else but lust for her. Her unique ability to arouse him even while she exasperated him brought a smile to his face.

“What are you smiling about?” She combed her fingers lazily through his hair in a languorous flowing arc, as if the sexual release had scrambled her brain cells and she’d forgotten she was mostly annoyed with him.

His cock throbbed, pressed between his belly and the soft, worn patchwork quilt. He’d get to his own release in a moment. For this very second he only wanted to embrace the peace of lying with her. No worries about agenda. No worries about the welfare of the Demons in his castle. No worries about the Fae and their evil intention to use her.

Even if he hadn’t been able to figure out how they intended to use her.

She tried to shift, but the bindings caught her wrist. “Ow.”

“Are the bindings too tight?” Once he was assured of her innocence, perhaps they could indulge in some love play using the same restraints.

She stiffened. “Are you going to keep me like this?”

Keep her. His brain stalled, struck dumb by the image of him keeping her. That thought brought him an absurd sense of pleasure.

“Perhaps I will.” He pressed up on all fours and crawled up her body, making sure to brush against her wet mound with the tip of his erection.

The movement backfired as his erection hardened even more. Gods he was stiff as a piece of seasoned driftwood.

He wanted to pound into her.

Beads of pre-cum coated the head of his cock, tempting him to enter her slick welcoming channel. His tongue had been inside her, and now his cock clamored for a turn.

She hooked her untethered leg around his calf.

“Perhaps you should let me go.” She arched up into him, to taunt him as the head of his cock slid just a little further inside.

“Think of the things I could hold onto with both legs free.” She trailed her toe up the inside his thigh. She was inordinately flexible for being so tall.

Gaap panted with the effort to withhold his entrance just a little longer. As hard as he was, he’d go off like a geyser within seconds.

And the ego in him wanted to prolong their pleasure a little bit longer.

“Hmm.” He pretended to ponder. “Perhaps you should enlighten me with your sensual

capabilities.”

Then he distracted her and fluttered the tip of his tongue against her distended nipple. Her breath caught.

Gaap lifted his body higher above hers, so that every muscle strained. The only two places they touched were the head of his cock inside her and the flat of his tongue curled around her nipple.

She panted. “Next time you get to be tied up.”

The image caused all the blood in his brain to go south.

Lili reached down with her free hand and wrapped her fingers around his erection. She licked her lips.

Gaap thought he just might expire at the look of pure pleasure that wreathed her face. The expression was so different from her first tentative forays on the beach that his control snapped.

“Let go,” he growled.

Her fingers loosened and he plunged inside her. She suctioned around his cock as if her body had been made to receive his. Lili’s fingers grasped his butt and squeezed, begging him to pound into her.

All of his control and finesse evaporated in a puff of lust.

Gaap slammed into her body. The bed shook as he powered in and out of her. Her breasts bobbed, jiggling with each heavy thrust. Lili’s eyes glazed with passion, arousal flushed her skin and pinkened her face and breasts. Blue veins in her skin marked her with a fragility that was deceiving as her personality was so bold and big.

For a moment, he worried that he was hurting her.

And then she whispered, "More," and he became impossibly harder.

Sweat gleamed over his skin. Gaap slid both hands underneath her butt and jerked her up as the beast inside took over.

Rational thought spun away replaced by the need to make her his. To mark her and claim her until they were one entity, one being wrapped in a cocoon of blood and arousal and lust. His need spiraled out of control until only one word reverberated through his brain as he pounded into her channel.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

And he had one last thought before his cock burst, semen jetting into her body. Her core milked him dry, sucked the will and the suspicion out of him. He had no intention of letting her go.

Not yet.

***

The fire had gone to warm ash and still emitted a bit of heat but not a speck of light. The candle on the kitchen table had gutted out sometime earlier.

Gaap was curled around her like a lover, his head tucked into the curve of her neck, his arms wrapped around her like seaweed, and his thigh firmly wedged between hers.

Her left hand twined with his. Her right hand was still tied to the bedposts. She should be annoyed, but the sense of absolute well-being slithered through her like a snake in the Garden of Eden.

He’d pleasured her throughout the night.

Lying in the darkness, she smiled at the soreness of her unused muscles. Her well-used body ached decadently. It had been so long. The yearning for more shocked her. She wondered how long she would have to wait before he woke up, ready to use her again in such a delicious manner.

A sliver of moonlight filtered through the lace curtains, the sinuous rays sliding through the darkness.

Ah, not much longer, she thought with a secret smile as she listened to the change in the tenor of his breath.

Lili waited for him to make his move.

She planned to assert her dominance, but for now, the novelty of being submissive appealed to her. She couldn’t wait to surprise him when she was on top.

As she waited, awareness eased into her consciousness. Gaap wasn’t making any moves. As a matter of fact, he was preternaturally still. His breathing was shallow and his chest barely moved.

Cool sweat slicked his skin and his muscles were rock hard. But she suddenly realized he wasn’t going to roll on top of her and have his Demon way with her.

“What’s wrong?” She released his fingers, understanding that some threat hovered. Lili tensed.

Where would the attack come from?

“Nothing,” he rasped, his voice near wrecked with the tension that gripped him in a stranglehold.

“Something is wrong.”

“Let me rekindle the fire.” He pushed off the covers and strode to the fireplace.

Lili heard the sigh of relief as he placed the logs on the grate and threw in some dry pinecones for tinder.

“Matches are on the mantle,” she said softly.

Sulfur ignited with a hiss. The flare illuminated his tense face. And Lili knew. With the awareness of an attuned lover, she understood that the only threat in her tiny little cottage was the absolute darkness.

Gaap knelt by the fireplace. He coaxed the rippling flames into a fire with his face turned away from her, his body limned by the growing firelight.

His body was a work of art. Muscles defined his legs, the ripped curves of his stomach, the pads of his pectorals, huge biceps, and the thick column of his neck. Her mouth began to water.

But his body wasn’t the issue right now.

She’d never really thought about the length of time the Demons had spent beneath the surface of the Earth’s crust. But she should have realized that the time must have felt like an eternity. “How long were you imprisoned?”

He shifted his gaze from his contemplation of the fire. “Years.”

“I don’t recall that I knew anything about Demons before you escaped.” They'd been mere fairy tales. Fictional bogeymen to scare children into behaving. "How long?"

He shrugged as if to say, fine. “Thousands of years.” His face was set in harsh lines. All carnal thoughts were gone. Disappeared into the cavern of his fear.

Lili sat up, letting the quilt fall from her breasts.

Gaap’s eyebrow quirked but he didn't move from the light of that fire.

“So...dark places aren’t your favorite thing.”

He glanced back toward the fire, not answering. But before he’d looked away, she’d seen the shame.

Perhaps she could take his mind off the darkness in a time-honored method of distraction. Lili pushed the quilt away from her hips, angling so that her sex directly faced him. She pushed a pillow behind her head so she could look at him, and leaned back.

“Gaap.” She placed her fingers against the sticky, wet folds of her pussy.