Free Sculpting a Demon by Lisa Fox Page B

on a level he had never experienced before. Better than any scheme he had ever participated in, better than any strife he had ever instigated. He reveled in her every moan, took extreme personal satisfaction from every little whimper he wrung out of her. Her pleasure brought him pleasure, her every sigh of contentment thrilled him, made him harder, needier, and in turn made him want to hear her more. Lust was never this all-encompassing. Or fulfilling, for that matter.
    “Sorry,” she said, returning to him. Such beauty! He didn’t think he’d ever get over the shockwaves that raced through him every time he looked at her. He only wished that she could see herself the way he saw her. But she would, he vowed. He would make certain she did. She stood over him and ran her fingers through his hair. He couldn’t hold back the low moan that welled within him at her touch, and he pressed his face against her hip, nuzzling her soft skin. Mine! The thought was fierce. Primal. He wrapped his arms around her waist. She is mine!
    “Did you miss me that much?” she asked, laughing.
    He wondered if she could sense his almost-desperate need to hold her. But then he realized he didn’t care if she knew or not, so long as she continued to allow him the indulgence. “Come, my Master,” he said, taking her hand. “There is little time and I will have you again before we depart.”
    “Master,” she said, the laughter gone from her voice. Her hand fell away from his and she took a small step away. “Back to that, huh?”
    Arien blinked at the sudden change in her. “Back to what?”
    “Master,” she said. “I thought we were done with that.”
    He could only shake his head, totally confused.
    “You said my name before.”
    “I did?” he asked. What could he have been possibly thinking to do a thing like that? And then he remembered. The vivid image of saying her name while he was deep within her, feeling her wetness, her heat surrounding him, clutching him, struck him like a physical blow. No wonder. He hadn’t been thinking at all. “Forgive me,” he said. “I meant no offense.”
    “Forgive you,” she said. Was that disappointment in her voice? Sadness? It made no sense.
    “Please,” he said with a smile in an effort to get her to smile.
    “Sure,” she said after a long moment, and then turned away from him.
    He instantly sprang to his feet. “Lila,” he said, taking her by the shoulders and spinning her around, trying not to think about how good it felt to form the word in his mouth. The sensuous, sublime taste of it on his tongue. He had no right to use that name. Even if she didn’t fully realize it, and even though he often used it to tease her, she was his Master. “I will call you whatever you wish,” he said, and kissed her forehead. Anything to make her happy. Anything to see her smile. “I will do whatever you desire.”
    “I don’t—” She shook her head. “I don’t want you to do it ’cause you think it’s a command. I want you to do it because you want to do it.”
    Arien laughed softly. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I am not very good at taking commands.”
    She ducked her head as she nodded, but he saw the smile trying to form on her lips. “Sit,” he said, guiding her back to the table. “Eat. It seems that we have a night of drinking and socializing and fucking ahead of us. You’ll need your strength.”
    She laughed and he let out a long sigh of relief. They sat down, and once again he took her in his arms. He couldn’t help himself. Having her so close and not touching her would be an abomination.
    As she ate, the need to know what spell she had cast gnawed at him once more. How was he to fulfill her desires if he couldn’t ascertain what they were? He’d tried everything he could think of to learn the purpose of his summons, but none of it had worked. There was only one thing left to do. He had to know. “What spell did you cast?”
    “You don’t know?” she