Braden’s body was art and she found her hand moving toward him of its
own accord. She trailed her fingers lightly over him and the cool, hard feel of him under her hand reminded her of marble. He was a living sculpture, and she couldn’t help but marvel.
Braden groaned. “My sweet,” he murmured, pulling her back. His dominating strength
directed her to lie back on his plush bed.
Helplessly, she gazed up at him. Her pussy was growing wet and aching for him to fill
her. She lay willing, waiting for this amazing creature to use her in any way he chose. Desire demanded she let go of everything except the need to feel him on her and inside her.
“Oh yes, sweet one, you will feel me. I will imprint my lust on you so deeply, you’ll
never stop feeling it.”
He spread her thighs with his hands and she opened to him without protest. Braden’s
mouth touched her pussy, her hips jerked from the ecstasy. She felt a moment of uninvited
violation, but as his tongue began moving, she relaxed. This oral sex felt unnaturally fast and her sensual response built quickly. She’d expected him to coax pleasure from her, but instead he
demanded it with the power of his movements in a way she’d never imagined.
Clarissa bucked her hips involuntarily, and a low moan slipped from her lips unhindered.
She looked down at his shining, dark blond wisps of curls as he worked her clit with his skilled mouth. The sight, the sensation, all of the experience hit her straight to the core. A knife of passionate anticipation left her clenching her stomach muscles and writhing under his mouth.
Her back arched. A gasping wail escaped her as she came for him, hard. He didn’t stop even as she screamed. “Braden. Yes, God yes.”
When the spasms of delight began to ebb, his mouth pulled away and he looked up at her,
licking his lips. “Calling the devil would be more apt, my sweet, but that was only the beginning of what I’ve planned for you.”
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Chapter 7
Clarissa lay panting on the bed. Her arm lay limply across her forehead, her fingers
curled. She couldn’t look at him; shame at her reaction battled the sated fulfillment she was enjoying.
“Never feel shame for what you feel in this bed. Remember, the more you give me the
more you give he who owns your heart.”
“No one owns me,” she whispered.
“Before this night is out, you will question the validity of that statement, sweet Clarissa.”
She forced herself to look at him. He crawled between her legs, reminding her of some
primeval predator, holding himself on his strong arms, hovering above her like a vengeful spirit.
The red glow of his eyes put butterflies fluttering about in her womb, her body still contracting with the pleasure he’d given.
She bit her lip. “It’s so much, too much.” Weakly she tried to explain her overwhelmed
senses to him.
“I know.” There was sympathy in his voice. His eyes gleamed, dark and unyielding.
She’d get no reprieve from this until he’d had all she could give. Braden’s look made the
truth abundantly clear. He would accept nothing but her complete submission to the lust she felt for him.
Moving upward with serpentine grace, his face came just inches from her and slowly he
lowered his lips. When his lips skimmed hers gently, she felt something deep inside, maybe it was her morality, disintegrating. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer, crushing her lips to his in demanding, angry need. Clarissa could taste herself on his lips, but it didn’t cause her to pull away. She willed him to feel what she felt, the hated want consuming her as surely as Hades’s fire would. The repulsive ecstasy only made her crave him further.
Pulling back, Clarissa searched his face for some sign of remembered humanity. She
wanted him to feel remorse, yet she saw only raw hunger on his face. She wanted this, wanted to give this ancient being every miniscule moment of human
own accord. She trailed her fingers lightly over him and the cool, hard feel of him under her hand reminded her of marble. He was a living sculpture, and she couldn’t help but marvel.
Braden groaned. “My sweet,” he murmured, pulling her back. His dominating strength
directed her to lie back on his plush bed.
Helplessly, she gazed up at him. Her pussy was growing wet and aching for him to fill
her. She lay willing, waiting for this amazing creature to use her in any way he chose. Desire demanded she let go of everything except the need to feel him on her and inside her.
“Oh yes, sweet one, you will feel me. I will imprint my lust on you so deeply, you’ll
never stop feeling it.”
He spread her thighs with his hands and she opened to him without protest. Braden’s
mouth touched her pussy, her hips jerked from the ecstasy. She felt a moment of uninvited
violation, but as his tongue began moving, she relaxed. This oral sex felt unnaturally fast and her sensual response built quickly. She’d expected him to coax pleasure from her, but instead he
demanded it with the power of his movements in a way she’d never imagined.
Clarissa bucked her hips involuntarily, and a low moan slipped from her lips unhindered.
She looked down at his shining, dark blond wisps of curls as he worked her clit with his skilled mouth. The sight, the sensation, all of the experience hit her straight to the core. A knife of passionate anticipation left her clenching her stomach muscles and writhing under his mouth.
Her back arched. A gasping wail escaped her as she came for him, hard. He didn’t stop even as she screamed. “Braden. Yes, God yes.”
When the spasms of delight began to ebb, his mouth pulled away and he looked up at her,
licking his lips. “Calling the devil would be more apt, my sweet, but that was only the beginning of what I’ve planned for you.”
A Gift of the Darkest Magic
38
Chapter 7
Clarissa lay panting on the bed. Her arm lay limply across her forehead, her fingers
curled. She couldn’t look at him; shame at her reaction battled the sated fulfillment she was enjoying.
“Never feel shame for what you feel in this bed. Remember, the more you give me the
more you give he who owns your heart.”
“No one owns me,” she whispered.
“Before this night is out, you will question the validity of that statement, sweet Clarissa.”
She forced herself to look at him. He crawled between her legs, reminding her of some
primeval predator, holding himself on his strong arms, hovering above her like a vengeful spirit.
The red glow of his eyes put butterflies fluttering about in her womb, her body still contracting with the pleasure he’d given.
She bit her lip. “It’s so much, too much.” Weakly she tried to explain her overwhelmed
senses to him.
“I know.” There was sympathy in his voice. His eyes gleamed, dark and unyielding.
She’d get no reprieve from this until he’d had all she could give. Braden’s look made the
truth abundantly clear. He would accept nothing but her complete submission to the lust she felt for him.
Moving upward with serpentine grace, his face came just inches from her and slowly he
lowered his lips. When his lips skimmed hers gently, she felt something deep inside, maybe it was her morality, disintegrating. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer, crushing her lips to his in demanding, angry need. Clarissa could taste herself on his lips, but it didn’t cause her to pull away. She willed him to feel what she felt, the hated want consuming her as surely as Hades’s fire would. The repulsive ecstasy only made her crave him further.
Pulling back, Clarissa searched his face for some sign of remembered humanity. She
wanted him to feel remorse, yet she saw only raw hunger on his face. She wanted this, wanted to give this ancient being every miniscule moment of human
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