Free Demon's Captive by Stephanie Snow

tension. "Melmanon, I'm speechless."
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           Satisfied all the questions had been answered, including several less than tactful inquiries about his rumored sexual perversions, Melmanon slipped into his room. The hour was late, and Charity lay asleep across the bed. It had been almost six hours since he'd left her. Though he knew he needed to talk to her, tell her about the change in his feelings, he couldn't resist doing something he had dreamed about.
      Cupping her warm, flushed cheek in his palm, he said softly, "Kiss me, Charity," leaned in, and pressed his lips to hers for the first time, capturing the gasp that parted her lips. He took advantage of her open mouth to taste her, careful not to nip her with his sharp teeth.
           She remained passive, accepting his caress, but after a moment, her small pink tongue touched his, tentatively and quickly.
      Lust surged into his bloodstream as the proof of her passion. He had feared her desire would disappear in the face of his brutality. His other hand pulled her against him while he continued to lick and rub his lips against hers. A low growl built in his chest as she responded with gradually bolder parries of her tongue. When she sucked his lower lip and nipped it gently with her teeth, he groaned deep and pulled away slowly.
      He drank in the sight of her face flushed softly with desire and her mouth gleaming wetly. He stripped his clothes away, pressed her back on the bed, and removed everything but her soft-soled shoes and cape. Settled between her thighs, he used the skills he had learned over the past weeks to bring her to the edge of orgasm with his tongue and lips.
      When she gasped and shivered from the need for climax, he loomed over her and lowered his head to her breasts, lapping gently at her nipples. Both hardened to red berries. He sucked gently, bringing soft sighs and hums of pleasure from her throat.
      While she enjoyed his attention to her breasts, he slid one finger deep into her pussy and began thrusting slowly. Beneath him, she writhed and arched, pushing her nipple harder into his mouth and grinding her hips against his palm. Mere minutes under the lash of his tongue and the rhythm of his hand had her climaxing, her head thrown back, her hands clenched in his hair.
      Loath to leave her, he continued to stroke gently with both hand and mouth as she drifted down from her physical high. Finally, he relinquished his hold on her and lay on his back at her side. He pulled her into the curve of his arm then drew the cloak up to cover her nakedness. Determined to abstain from seeking his own pleasure, Melmanon sighed deeply.
      While he tried to ignore the painfully hard erection that rose from his body in crimson glory, he was startled to feel her hand cup the head of his shaft. Speech became impossible as she took a place between his spread legs and lowered her mouth to his cock.
      As the wet cavern of her lips met his tip, she looked up the length of his body and met his gaze. At the sight of her -- mouth spread wide over his shaft, her eyes clear and green --Melmanon's orgasm began. The furious sucking on his cock only made it more intense as he roared his satisfaction.
      When the last spasms shook his body, she continued to milk him with hand and mouth, drawing out the moment into minutes of extended pleasure. By the time he sat up and pushed her away, he was completely drained.
      Without a word, he pulled her back to his side and tucked her close under his arm. The weight of her hand on his abdomen and her breath fanning his side soothed him. Within moments, he slept.
          Curled close and tight to his side, Charity could not sleep. She waited for the deep, even breathing signaling his total descent into slumber. To make her mind carefully blank was an exercise of will, and as soon as she was certain he wasn't aware, she sank back into her own