Demon's Kiss by V. J. Devereaux Page B

brightened until they literally glowed. If she’d ever had
doubts about his feelings, that look dispelled them.
    Sliding gently over her legs, his tail burrowed softly
between her thighs, nestled against the nub of her clit. Gabriel quivered in
response to it and the desire that warmed his eyes.
    It was maddening to feel his cock grow harder as it slid
between her legs as his tail teased lightly at her aching bud. It was wonderful
to have his warm hands curl around her breasts, the claws prickling as they
tightened. His long, agile fingers teased at her nipples and his mouth pressed
warmly against her throat.
    Heat poured through her, need pulsed.
    “Do you want me, my sweet Gabriel?” he murmured against her
skin. His forked tongue flicked lightly along her throat before his mouth
closed over it.
    That low whisper sent a frisson of pleasure through her, his
voice a deep rumble that reverberated inside her.
     
    Asmodeus shifted so his shaft slipped through the growing
moisture between her thighs. Capturing her nipples between his fingers, he
played with them for her pleasure—teased and pinched them lightly with his
claws. He listened to her soft cries as his hips moved and his cock slid back
and forth across her slit, through the slick dampness there. He ached for her
tightness around him.
    “Oh god…yes, please, Asmodeus,” she breathed, an answer to
his unspoken prayer. “Take me, dear god, please, take me.”
    “Yes,” he whispered in affirmation and triumph and drew his
hips back to put the head of his cock against the entrance to her wet pussy.
Even as he thrust slowly inside that tight channel, as he took her inch by slow
inch, he knew he would want her again soon. “I cannot get enough of you, my
angel.”
    He pushed his cock inside her and Gabriel moaned as he slid
deeper. His cock thickened, hardened, lengthened inside her. She grasped the
side of the bed with one hand to brace herself. He flicked his tongue over her
throat, the forked tip feathered over her skin.
    Curling a hand around her head, Asmodeus turned it so he
could take her lovely mouth with a sigh of satisfaction. So sweet. He had never
been so hard, so full, in all his memory.
    “I do not make love to you only because I wish to feed,”
Asmodeus murmured against her lips, “but because I love touching you. Know
that.”
    With each word he worked his cock deeper inside her. He was
in heaven as her hot, wet tightness closed around him and stroked him.
    Pressing his free hand against her belly, against the
hardness of his cock within her, knowing where her G-spot was as he thrust, he
knew she felt him inside her even more intensely. Her pussy clenched around
him. He swallowed her cry in a kiss, caught the next as well as his tail
twitched against her clit with each thrust of his cock—teasing, tormenting.
     
    It was delicious torture to have his tail pleasure her as
his cock thrust inside her. Each touch and each pinch at her nipple made her
pussy tighten around him, made her hips push back to take more of him.
    “Oh god,” Gabriel whispered, braced as he pounded into her,
going incredibly deep with each thrust. Heat poured through her.
    “Asmodeus, please.”
    Each pulse of his cock only made her crazier. His tail
against her clit fluttered madly as her pleasure built, as sweet ecstasy grew
inside her even as Asmodeus did. More, please more , echoed in her mind
as he drove into her.
     
    Gabriel’s pussy tightened, pulsed, drove Asmodeus insane as
ecstasy hovered just within reach. The tight squeeze of her inner muscles
around his rigid, throbbing cock broke his control. His arm locked around her
hips as he fucked her hard and deep, his hips slamming against hers. Each
hammering thrust drove a groan of pleasure from her.
    He couldn’t stop himself, he was going to come. His body
went taut.
    Sliding his arm around her chest, Asmodeus curled his hand
tightly around her breast as he drove deep. Her hips pumped as she cried out.
That cry