Free Princess of Lust (For the Love of Evil) by Ann Mayburn

“Mistress, please.”
    She leaned closer, her lips brushing over his. “Please what, my concubine?”
    He growled the words out, a guttural command that tightened her body. “Please use my cock to give yourself pleasure.”
    She pushed him down by his shoulders so he lay on his back on the thick, burgundy carpet. The hair on his chest gleamed as he took a deep breath. She squatted over him, the moist lips of her pussy barely grazing his erection as it leaped against her. Gripping him in her fist, she pulled back his sensitive foreskin as she placed him at her entrance, torturing them both with her slowness.
    As the broad tip of his cock pierced her, they both groaned out, the bond between them strengthening as their bodies connected. Her thighs trembled as she lowered herself inch by delicious inch until the rough hair of his thighs pressed against her bottom and he was fully seated inside of her.
    “I love seeing you like this,” he said in an almost reverent tone. “Your body split by mine, your pretty clit swollen and pink. Let me give you pleasure, my mistress.”
    She nodded and he ran his thumb over the junction of their bodies, getting it wet with her juices before sliding it in a tight circle over her clit. All the nerves came to life under his skilled touch and she threw her head back, arching her back to meet his caress. He leaned up until he sat with her on his lap, his thumb still stroking her clit in small circles. Releasing the swollen bud, he gripped her hips and rocked her against his hard form, using his strength to move her up and down his length.
    He felt so good inside of her, and she licked at the banging pulse in his neck, tilting her hips so he stroked over that place deep inside that brought her such pleasure. Their lips met and he kissed her, softly and gently in marked contrast to the hard thrusts of his body. The scrape of his cock inside of her, the taste of him on her tongue, and the desire pouring through their bond became overwhelming. She muffled a cry against his neck and gave into her orgasm, clasping her legs around him, shuddering, as his cock pounded into her.
    With a gruff cry of his own, he reached his peak and the shadowy part of her soul drank his passion, reveling in the unbridled lust he gave her with all of his soul and heart. More intimate than the joining of their flesh, the connection between their souls had her coming again, another orgasm hard and hot right on the heels of the first.
    He rolled over onto his side, pulling her close and keeping them still joined. They exchanged a long, slow kiss that had her drifting in pleasure, only tethered to reality by his arms around here. Here, now, in this perfect moment, she could live forever surrounded by his love. Reality tried to intrude but she pushed the thoughts away, breathing deep of the scent of their lovemaking, tasting the salt on his skin as she licked and bit along his neck. Her demonic essence sang with joy at the physical reaffirmation of their bond. He was her man, her concubine, her beloved through and through. Every part of him, from the tips of his toes to the heart beating inside his chest, belonged to her and she cherished that gift more than her own life.

 
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
    The crystal wineglass shattered in Raum’s grip as his silver nails lengthened to claws and pierced the delicate surface, splashing red wine all over the ivory linen tablecloth. The servants waiting at the entrance to the dining room jumped and he snarled at them. Used to the mercurial moods of demons, they quickly left and shut the double doors behind them. Straining for control, he managed to keep his reply to Natalia’s request at barely under a roar. She wants Kirin to train Gregor in lust-filled magic ?
    “Absolutely not!”
    The will-o’-the-wisps danced about the arched ceiling beneath a gold leaf-embellished fresco of the sun. Natalia’s lips tightened, and she carefully set her fork next to her plate. She looked