Free Darkling Lust by Marteeka Karland Page A

the book, you named yourself as such."
    "I don't think you're hideous. I was just thinking that there are some who would think you're a monster.” Mary narrowed her eyes. Of all the things he'd done, the fact that he'd picked out a thought and taken it to mean she thought badly of him made her angry. “Perhaps you should consider that when reading my thoughts without my permission."
    He blinked several times and took a step back before throwing his head back and laughing a great belly laugh. “You are really special, my Mary. Truly God, in his infinite wisdom, chose well when he chose you for me."
    Mary couldn't help but smile. His gentle manner belied his frightening appearance, and she was struck for the first time by his smile. It lessened the harsh angles of his face somewhat and made him more approachable. For a while she simply looked him over. Powerful arms and a wide, defined chest and abs tapered down to a trim waist. The thick columns of his legs were spread wide and morphed into the hoofs of a horse. His tail curled around her leg almost unconsciously, as if he had to touch her, had to keep her close.
    But that wasn't all she noticed. The cock dangling between his legs was as impressive as the rest of him. Long, thick, and veiny, it began to rise before her eyes. When she raised her eyes to his face, he lifted his chin proudly.
    "You're a beautiful woman, my Mary. I make no apologies for my body's response to you. At this moment, I want nothing more than to take my reward."
    "I don't want your apology. I only want your name."
    His eyes shifted to one side and he looked decidedly uncomfortable. This was unexpected.
    "It's only your name. Surely I haven't already asked too much of you. Should I have waited until... you know... after?” This was absurd. Given the size of the erection he sported with no apology, he couldn't possibly be uncomfortable about something so small as a name.
    "No! No. You're perfectly within your right to ask. It's just, I'm not certain you realized what you did when you named me."
    "Huh?” Mary was more confused than she thought she could possibly be in this situation. “I haven't named you. What are you talking about? Just tell me your name!"
    "George."
    "George?"
    "George."
    Then it dawned on Mary and her mouth fell open. Then it was her turn to laugh. One random thought and the poor man had been named George.
    "Oh, my! I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!"
    "Just remember what you promised."
    "Yes. I won't forget.” She giggled a little. “I'll love you and squeeze you and pet you..."
    "... and fuck me..."
    "And call you —"
    Before she could finish, he pounced on her. He scooped her up and fused his mouth to hers.
    His kisses were heady. Mary had been kissed before, certainly, but there was something different about this man and his hold on her. It was special, going beyond anything she'd ever experienced. He knew just how she liked it, just what turned her on, just what drove her wild.
    His tongue danced inside her mouth, dueling with her tongue. She sucked at it and whimpered. If he'd done nothing else, Mary was certain he could give her pleasure beyond anything she'd ever imagined. Already her skin tingled and her pussy creamed.
    His strong arms held her close and his wings wrapped around her, effectively closing out any prying eyes. It was as if he was acutely aware of her nakedness and had no desire to share her with anyone. For that, Mary was exceedingly grateful. The villa looked deserted, but being outside with no clothing was uncomfortable for her. Thankfully, he either understood or was as uneasy as she was.
    At her first whimper, he pulled his mouth away from hers and moved down her neck. When she felt the little sting, Mary cried out and knew she'd been marked but couldn't find it in her to care. If he wanted to mark her as his, that was fine. It seemed appropriate somehow. Mary didn't know why she accepted him so easily, but she couldn't find a shred of modesty in her where