Free Demon's Kiss by V. J. Devereaux Page B

buried deep inside her.
     
    The sight of Gabriel standing within the shimmer of the
circles, looking so lovely in the dress he had conjured for her, her brilliant
eyes shining, made Asmodeus’ heart lift. His relief was nearly unbearable as he
fought the memories of the past—memories of those he had loved, left dead and
dying. Mother, brother, sister, lover…
    She had showered. He could smell the clean scent of her skin
from across the room.
    To see the joy in her eyes at his return, to watch her
nipples as they hardened beneath the thin silk of the dress thrilled him. It
took every ounce of control Asmodeus had not to pounce on her, his true mate,
as soon as he entered the hall that was their cage.
    Baker gestured the gateway open and his men trained their
guns on her. Templeton’s minion waited at the podium, ready to chant at the
first sign of trouble from either of them as the men shackled Asmodeus once
again. They were taking no chances. With his size, strength and speed they
could not, dared not. He would tear them to pieces at the first opportunity and
they knew it.
    Not that he cared so much about that at this moment.
    He wanted Gabriel.
    They watch us , Asmodeus thought, frustrated, or he
would have taken her already, as soon as he was able to touch her. After so
long without a mate he could not get enough of her, he needed more of her.
    He knew Templeton would not allow another smudge pot
incident and he hated it.
    Gabriel stared at him, projected laughter and defiance to
him. She was just so grateful he was back, and in one piece. She let him know
that every inch of her body burned in response to his need.
    I don’t care. Let them watch, Asmodeus.
    Deliberately she reached out and stroked a hand slowly over
his stiffening cock. It throbbed against her hand. Just her closeness had his
cock swelling as his body tightened.
    They are in the shadows. I can’t see them. Can you? But I
want to feel this inside me, Asmodeus. I want to feel you deep inside me. Fuck
me. Let them hear me scream my pleasure. Feed from me. Savage me.
    Her boldness pleased him. Every word inflamed him, fired his
need for her, his desire to take her. Seeing the challenge in her eyes, knowing
her thoughts, Asmodeus smiled broadly…and pounced.
    Let them watch.
    His clawed hands hit her shoulders, drove her back onto the
floor. As they fell, his hand swiftly cradled her head so she would not be hurt
and his mouth fastened hard on hers. He devoured her, his tongue swept deep
inside to tangle with hers.
    She kissed him back with as much fervor, as much ardor as he
kissed her. They ravaged each other, salved pain and fed the need each had for
the other. Her tongue danced with his as she nipped at his bottom lip.
    He grasped the front of the dress and ripped it open like
paper to expose her body.
    Asmodeus pillaged her throat, nipped and nibbled to hear her
gasp and moan as he made his way down that smooth, white column. He loved
pleasuring her, loved making her blood burn, her body quake. With joy and
pleasure, he let his tongue flutter over her collarbone to taste her skin.
    Need and hunger pounded through him. He craved her—the
brightness of her.
     
    Body arching, Gabriel sought to give him everything he
needed, to assuage the fierce hunger that she could sense raged inside him.
    His forked tongue flicked over her breastbone, danced
teasingly between her swollen, aching breasts. Watching it was even more
intoxicating. His tongue fluttered over her nipples, the flickering touch a
delightful torment.
    Feed , Gabriel thought and laughed mentally. Debauch
me, Asmodeus.
    He sucked and suckled, harder and harder, on her breasts as
they swelled. He bit impatiently at her and she cried out. Her back bowed. His
teeth scraped her nipples, trapped one between them as his hand closed around
the other breast tightly to squeeze it.
    With a cry, she buried her fingers in his hair as he savaged
her breasts with mouth and hands. Each hard pull of his