Far From Heaven by Cherrie Lynn

This was his one and only opportunity to have Madeleine, and he wouldn’t have given it up for all the souls in the world.
    He squeezed another finger inside her and stroked, thrust slowly in and out, building her need as her little cries lilted into the silence of her bedroom. Her hips found his rhythm and met it, rolling with it, her pussy so wet, so soft…
    “Demon! Demon!” a weird voice croaked from the corner of the room.
    What the fuck . Ash cranked his head around, lifting his hand from Madeleine’s warmth as she gave a curse that was half amusement, half frustration.
    Who’d let the goblins out? And why were the little bastards set on sabotaging him? As he scanned the corner of the room, all he could see was what looked like a black sheet draped over a large, oddly shaped object.
    “Sorry,” Maddie said. “I was hoping he’d stay asleep.”
    “What the hell is that?”
    “My parrot. He’s just introducing himself.”
    “Demon! Demon!” the bird insisted.
    “Introdu—” He snapped his mouth shut, utter confusion momentarily robbing him of coherent thought. “That’s his name ?”
    “Yeah,” she said. “Well-earned, I promise you.”
    “You have a bird named Demon.”
    “Mm-hmm. I can’t take credit for it though. The guy I got him from had already named him that.”
    Wild wing-flapping ensued under the black cover. “Demon! Demon! Mum’s the word!”
    Well, thank hellfire for small favors. Ash shook his head at this new development, and then the absolute absurdity of the situation hit him full force and something incredible happened, something that hadn’t happened in a very, very long time.
    He laughed. Not in malice, or wicked glee at the suffering he’d inflicted on another, but true, genuine laughter. Madeleine joined in, her fingers sinking through his hair as his head dropped to her naked shoulder.
    “Talk about a mood-killer, huh?” she said, shuddering with her own giggles. “I’m so sorry.”
    “No, don’t apologize. It was just…entirely unexpected.”
    “I’m sure he just, um…heard my voice and got all excited.”
    “Understandable. I got pretty excited hearing you too.” He nuzzled at her throat, and she tilted her chin back for him. “Now, where was I? Right about…here?” He slid his finger down and drew teasing circles around her nipple. It responded enticingly, drawing up into a hard little peak. He kissed a trail to it, licking and nipping with his teeth.
    “That’s nice, but I think you were lower than that,” she murmured. Then she moaned as he latched on to her nipple, sucking it into his mouth and holding it there mercilessly as his hand trailed downward. His fingertip slid into the tiny dip of her navel.
    He released the suction on her breast with an audible little pop. But he couldn’t go far away; her hand was holding the back of his head, fisting in his hair. “Here?”
    “Lower,” she said, her voice throatier and more urgent than it had been moments ago. Her hips were moving again, seeking to grind against him. He abandoned her breasts to move down her body, absorbing her shivers as he settled his shoulders between her thighs. Only then did he allow his finger to slide down, down, and slowly circle her clit.
    “Here?” he whispered.
    Her thighs jerked. “There’s good. Anywhere around there is good.”
    A chuckle escaped him as he turned his attention to the vision in front of him. Bare. Delicate. Her moisture glistened in the scant light from the window and enticed him to taste it. Even in the darkness, he could see she was flushed and swollen with her need. She was as soft against his fingers as she looked, and he took his time touching her until his mouth watered for a taste. He slid two fingers into her drenched heat, listening to her breathing go out of control. Just the way he’d wanted. She stretched around the intrusion, so sweet, so accepting. Her own hands came down and found the backs of her knees, pulling her legs farther