Free devil 05 - the devil you want by sam cheever

my body vibrating under the onslaught of his touch. “Suck my neck, please!”
    My muscles tightened with expectation as he bent over me again. “It would be my pleasure, my queen.”
    I jerked, doubt flaring in my breast. Was this moment of seduction merely another episode of Make the Queen Happy?
    But then Dialle’s hot mouth closed over my throat and all coherent thought fled.
    The first gentle nibble sent a spear of delight slicing through my body. My toes curled hard against the soles of my feet and my nipples tingled against his chest. When he closed his lips over the sparking tear-shaped mark on my neck and sucked, I came up off the bed with a scream. Every inch of my body exploded into sensation as the power in my mark blasted outward to bathe my flesh in a firestorm of sensation.
    The pleasure was almost painful in its intensity. Dialle groaned against my throat, his husky declarations of pleasure throbbing against my tender skin. Dialle’s hips arched and he buried himself deep inside my body, his head lifting from my throat as he screamed. I shook myself from my dazed state and turned my head to look up at him. Sparks flew from the hickey I’d given him and his pretty black eyes swirled with purple. The color of lust.
    His body vibrated atop me, his strong fingers on my buttocks spasmed as he suffered some kind of sexual event that did not include true release. Though his cock jumped inside my body, taking my breath away with its antics, I somehow knew he wasn’t coming.
    Pulling my power forward, I focused on the hickey on Dialle’s neck—the ultimate connection between two creatures—and tried to feel what he was feeling.
    At first I felt nothing. Then, resistance broke under the pressure of my delving and a wall of pleasure hit me like a tsunami breaking against a defenseless beach. I slammed onto my belly with Dialle on top of me. My skin felt furnace-hot and so sensitive that I could feel each tiny interwoven strand of the silk sheets beneath our bodies. The flesh between my legs was impossibly rigid, so hard the skin felt as if it would burst. Heat enveloped my lower body, a moist heat, and something squeezed my flesh in a silken vise.
    My nostrils flared as a strange yet familiar scent enveloped me, causing my nipples to tingle with lust. A soft hand touched my hip, caressing my buttock, and my eyes flew open. I was looking at a slim back, tapering to a narrow waist and flaring to slightly too-wide hips. I jerked, realizing I was looking at myself beneath Dialle.
    I gasped, turning my head and peering up from beneath a thick curtain of auburn hair. A flash of Dialle’s rapturous face looked down at me through a green gaze.
    Green gaze? Dialle’s eyes were black, sometimes blue. My eyes were green.
    I screamed, trying to scramble away from Dialle’s driving thrusts.
    That was me looking out of Dialle’s eyes.
    And me beneath him on the bed.
    Where was Dialle?
    I held on tight to the small creature beneath me on the bed.
    I felt the punishing grip of two large hands on my hips.
    I plunged faster, harder, into the clutching heat on my cock.
    I gasped, terror warring with intense pleasure in my mind.
    Dual hickeys sparked and intense pleasure coiled like venomous snakes in my belly.
    My skin tightened. Stars burst before my eyes. I groaned as blessed release pulsed just out of reach.
    I stopped struggling as my pussy clenched and my clitoris throbbed.
    My balls tightened. My cock swelled to an impossible hardness.
    My breath stalled in my lungs. My muscles constricted.
    The wave finally broke and release swamped me. I screamed and my voice came out in two tones. One deep and husky and one higher, breathless.
    Two daemon hickeys throbbed, sparked and sent flames dancing higher around our writhing bodies as we convulsed into the final throes of our release.
    As if exorcising me from my dual vision, my release sent me back to myself. I lay panting beneath Dialle, my mind roiling and my breath bursting