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

shuddering breath Ash pulled back to look at the glory of her, sliding a hand over the dark red curls between her thighs to the heat and moistness there, to the core of her and cupped her. Like a cat’s claws, his talons retracted in response to his intentions.
    She trembled as he slid a finger slowly up inside her, her eyes fixed on his as a soft moan escaped her at the feel of his finger invading her most intimate place.
    So deliciously tight. Her pussy muscles clenched around his finger, pulsed, flexed as she arched and her hips pumped reflexively, begged for more.
    Not yet.
    Withdrawing his finger with a smile, closing his eyes in gratitude, Ash turned her, nestled her back against his chest, his mouth against the side of her neck to feel her racing pulse against his lips as he filled his hands with her breasts. In delight and pleasure he squeezed those firm mounds in his hands, trapped the peaks lightly with his claws as the tip of his tail slipped between her thighs to tease at the delicate tissues there.
    She trembled.
    Pleasure speared through her, pierced Miri to her core with each pinch of Ash’s claws on her nipples, each tug, each gentle tweak. It was wonderful. Every nerve in her body came alive beneath his hands. The soft flutter of his tail over her clit made her shiver.
    It was maddening, intoxicating.
    Heat poured through her as his mouth moved to the skin just beneath her ear. Cool air rushed over her but didn’t cool Miri’s overheated body. His sharp teeth nipped the lobe of her ear, his forked tongue flicked over the curve of it to send sparks shooting down to her center. His hot mouth trailed searing kisses down the length of her throat as she turned her head to offer him more, anything, as long as he didn’t stop.
    His hands tightened on her breasts. Miri arched her back, pressed against them as she moaned.
    She was intensely aware of Ash’s mouth, his tongue fluttering over her skin to taste it. She felt the press of his fangs sharply over the pulse in her throat and a thrill of excitement, of intense desire and need, washed through her.
    His firm lips were soft against her skin, his teeth wouldn’t be. They would be sharp.
    A shot of anticipation raced through her just at the thought. Need had nothing on it, she craved him.
     “Miri,” he groaned.
     
    Desire and hunger burned in him. Ash ached. He could feel the firm globes of her ass against his erection and he ground it against her, his cock so hard it twitched to be inside her, inside her hot, wet, tight sheath. The taste of her filled him, the scent of her growing arousal only added one more layer of sweet torment.
    Ash scraped his fangs across her tender, delicate skin, so she would feel them. So she would know. She trembled.
    He had to take her and soon but she had to want it.  To want him.
    “Please,” she whispered.
    Ash closed his eyes in gratitude. That one word was all he needed.
    “It will hurt for only a moment,” he breathed against her skin as he let his mouth move down to her shoulder. The first bite was better there, so the venom in it would enter her system slowly. It would prepare her for him, for the feeding that would come.
    Excitement and anticipation poured through him at the thought.
    He tasted her, the unique flavor of her, of Miri, his tongue flickering over her shoulder.
    She shivered in his arms, whispered, “Yes…”
    Ash pressed his fangs against her tender skin. He tightened his mouth on her slowly, wanting this moment, this claiming, to last. Her delicate flesh parted beneath his teeth, his fangs pierced her to sink into muscle. Pleasure swamped him in a blinding flash as his tongue took in the first sweet delicious taste of her. A wave of bliss rushed through him, a burst of pleasure so intense his vision hazed for a moment.
    The soft scent of her filled him and then his venom pumped into her, claiming her, making her his, preparing her for him.
    Miri jolted at the sensation of his teeth sinking into