Demonic Attraction by Kim Knox Page A

wicked, playful, and the sudden push of his hips had her gasping.
    She ached to kiss him, to lose herself in this taste. “More than ready.”
    “Good.”
    His hot hand pressed against her spine, supporting her before his mouth took hers in a slow, deep kiss that curled heat down to her toes. Her body shook and her fingers bit into the edge of the desk. Keve’s hips echoed his kiss, slow, deep thrusts that burned up from her pelvis. She hooked her calves around his thighs, wanting him faster, harder, more of him, all of him. Keve swallowed her increasing moans of need, rewarding her with deepened thrusts.
    Tightened coils of need low in her belly had her meeting his hips, the soft slap of their flesh, the muted moans filling her office. Her tongue stoked hard against his, her teeth nipping at his lips. She ached to cling to him, for him to slam into her body and release the orgasm burning so close to the edge of her flesh she could almost taste it.
    Keve growled and ripped his mouth from hers. He buried his face against her neck, his breath hot and rasping over her ear, sending tight shivers that brought her release—
    “Come for me, Anya. Scream my name.”
    The hot, dark words arched her spine and her release splintered over her mind in a breaking rush of heat, light and endless joy. Anya thought she cried out something that might have been his name, but the strangled word was unrecognizable.
    Keve held her, his hips driving hard against hers. His teeth nipped at her earlobe, sharpening the flickers of release still coursing her flesh before he came with a low groan. He crushed her to him and let out a long sigh. Anya slid her arms around his damp skin, teasing down his spine and unable to deny the smile breaking across her mouth.
    “Thank you.”
    Keve drew away and pulled up his trousers. He leaned in again to press a soft kiss against her lips. It tasted of him and the bitter hint of coal. Damianos. Keve had pushed them from her thoughts and she laughed. “Are you cured, Keve?”
    His mouth stilled and he pulled back. Stroking her tangled hair from her face, his head tilted. “I feel…more alive than I have in a long time. But I think…” Keve’s words fell away and a smile eased over his mouth, something sharp, wicked, and her heart jumped. Damianos. “You forgot us?” The smile deepened and suddenly Keve was gone. Completely. “Bad, Anya.”
    “Damianos…” The name came out on a little sigh and her reward was a sharp nip at her bottom lip. It stung. “Is Keve…?”
    “We share this body.” A fingertip ran over her mouth, teasing the still-stinging skin. “And Keve wanted us to share in the moment.” The wicked smile grew again. “You enjoyed him?”
    “Yes.” She ran her fingers through her damp hair, staring at Keve and seeing only Damianos in his eyes, in the sharp twist of his mouth. The memory of Keve, of his incredible ability to kiss her until she forgot everything else swept over her and had her heart pounding.
    She found a smile on his familiar face. “I can see that you did. Keve has talents you should explore further.”
    Anya blinked and tried to wrap her mind around her situation. “So…this is for keeps? You tie yourself to him…and then what?”
    Damianos traced a slow finger along her jaw. “We have you. You’re ours .” He stepped back and retrieved her underwear, dropping them into her hand. “And we promise, with us, time and aging will no longer concern you.”
    Anya wriggled into her panties and found her crumpled service suit. Her life had become insane, it really had. “It’s that simple?”
    “Not simple.” The sharp grin returned. “More…interesting.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “You’re making me suspicious.” Keve took her hand, and she realised it was him, not Damianos. “And can you say when you’re going to swap?”
    “Why?” Keve’s fingers tightened around hers and pulled her toward the door. The clear panel parted with a soft hiss. “You can