Dirty Deeds (Paranormal Erotic Romance) by Eliza Gayle

burning heat spread throughout her bottom as her body adjusted to accommodate his size. He hit nerve endings she didn't even know existed as she fought to catch her breath.
    “Damn, Melody. I don't think I can hold on very long here. You're so damn tight.” With one final push, his entire length seated fully inside her. His shaft pulsed within her, tempting and teasing beyond her control. She tried to move against him, but his hands gripping her waist wouldn't allow it.
    “Not yet, baby. Not yet.”
    The burning pain of his invasion turned to something darker when he pulled himself back out. A pleasure more intense than she dared dream. The discomfort didn't disappear, but instead intensified the pleasurable sensations as he dragged his flesh across her nerve endings. She bucked against him as the need within her burned out of control. He returned with a quick, deep penetration, searing her senses.
    “Please, Drake, I have to come. I can't take it anymore.” He stroked in and out of her, pushing her higher without giving her the last bit she needed to achieve orgasm.
    “You're mine, Melody. Do you really understand that?” The pleasure and pain were killing her. She held on by a thread as her heart raced. She pushed back against him again, urging him to take her deeper, harder. She couldn't focus on his words with this desperate demand clawing at her body. “Melody.” He halted his movements.
    “Noo!” she cried as he held her still.
    “You will not come unless you understand your place with me. You're mine. You always have been.” His fingers reached around to her pussy, grazing over her clit.
    “Oh yes. Yes, I'm yours, Drake.” She moaned with each tap against her aching nub. “Just as much as you are mine.”
    Drake growled as he shoved his cock tight into her quivering body. His free hand smacked down onto her left cheek. Increasing the fire and vibrations in her anus, he tunneled inside her. With every repeated smack, his shaft pulsed, stretching her farther, bringing her to the brink without pushing her over.
    “This is it, baby. This is it.” She couldn't speak, her arousal all she could focus on. Her need to come. Her moans and cries lost to the sensation of burning bliss. When she felt his hard stream of semen explode inside her, his fingers tightened on her clit, pushing her into the abyss of pleasure.
    Along with his grunts, her screams filled the room as they both lost complete control. Muscles clenched as she thrashed against him, absorbing every sensation of pleasure/pain enveloping her. Bodies trembling, they collapsed to the bed in a tangled mess of worn-out limbs with sweat glistening across their skin. Short moments later, he slipped from her body, pulling her tighter into his arms. She savored his warmth as the heat of their lust faded. His fingers lazed across her back, stopping to trace her tattoo just over her right shoulder.
    “Why do you have a tat of a flaming pitchfork?”
    She giggled. “I thought it seemed appropriate at the time. I mean, what's a demon without a pitchfork?”
    His lips curled in a smile. “You are a crazy lady, you know that? He smoothed his fingers over the curve of her ass, lightly across the now tender flesh. “I didn't want to leave you back then.” Her breath hitched as she waited. “I didn't see how we could overcome the demon issue. But dammit, Melody, I want you now as much as I did then. No. Even more, now that I've seen your sweet submissive side.” She swatted his arm as he laughed at her efforts.
    “I'll show you sweet and submissive when I kick your ass.” Her struggles and swats were more playful than serious. She loved him. She'd hoped by now she was over him, but deep down knew she would never be.
    “Melody, I—” A banging sounded on the outer office door.
    “Drake! Drake are you in there?”
    “Damn! I think I'm going to have to kill me a Chaos Demon.” She laughed as he jumped from the bed.
    “Well then, go take care of your