Tempted by K.M. Liss Page B

of growling feline movement
that left him breathless as he lay upon her.
    Then she stilled beneath him, submitting
completely, and contentedly, murmuring his name softly against his
lips.
    He was enamored with her. Drowning in her
chocolate brown eyes as they locked on his, and his confused and
confounded brain ceased to function.
    His hands moved of their own accord, and he
sucked at her nipples and fondled her breasts in his palms.
    And what beauties her breasts
were. Nothing could feel better in his hands than these. So large
and round and soft. He could play with these sexual pillows for
hours - feast his eyes and mouth on them. He could imagine his
mouth permanently on them, down there, in Hell... Fuck... he lost that train
of thought in shock, not sure where he was going.
    “ Oh, yes, I love this,” she
murmured and she groaned, many times, as he fucked her to heavenly
hell and beyond.
    It all became too much to control, even for
him. And his talents for sexual control were much greater than
mortal man. But the deep, wet center of her, the heat from their
bodies, her soft, yielding and willing flesh in his hands, tipped
his sex starved demon mind over the edge.
    He came, hard and fast, in a hot stream of
semen and a torrent of filthy words, both uncontrollably spewing
forth, wickedly from his body.
    “ Fuck, Lila... your cunt is so
fucking mine... fuck, fuck, FUCK...”
    “ Yes, yes...” she urged in a
husky voice, her hands tugging urgently at the roots of his
hair.
    He could not utter another coherent word. He
was lost in his head as he pulsated inside her. He stroked her
breast with his fingertips as pleasure ripped through him. He
sucked at the nipple which found its way into his mouth. And he
sighed a loud, and deeply throaty, animal sound that reverberated
around the room.
    He floated away, to a better place. One
where pleasure was all that existed. One where he could forget who
and what he was - where he was simply a man, with a woman of his
own. In that place he had all he needed. Unlimited time and
pleasures open to him. All the time in the world, with her.
    He was lost in her magic and mystery.
    It seemed a long while later that he emerged
from that place. He was cooling, the chilled air of the room
whispering around his sweat dampened bare skin. The background
music filtered through to his ears.
    He opened his lazy eyes to find her watching
him. Her face was so incredibly beautiful, he had to kiss it. All
of it. She spoke to him as his mouth roamed all over juicy lips and
her sweet nub of a nose.
    “ Do you always swear so much
when you come? Do you ever say anything sweet and nice?”
    “ That was sweet and nice, to my
mind. I like the word fuck. I use it often, and it's very
appropriate to our situation.”
    “ Maybe next time, you could
summon up some other words, of a higher nature, to please
me.”
    “ Did I not please you
completely?” He stroked her nipple softly with his fingertip. He
knew he had pleasured her very well, but he was in a playful
mood.
    “ You know you did. But I'm a
woman. And a woman likes to hear nice things from a man, that's
all. I guess men are wired differently, in the verbal
sense.”
    “ I'll do my best to give more
pleasure to your ears, I promise you.” He chuckled, burying his
tongue in the gorgeous white whorl of flesh on the side of her
head. He licked it like a mad man, taking it all in his mouth and
sucking it until she squirmed beneath him, and her desire and need
for him was rekindled.
    He was already hard again. One of the great
advantages of his demonic nature was the ability to maintain an
erection, almost in perpetuity.
    His fingers slipped down her slit and inside
her. His seed was spilling everywhere, running over his fingers. He
smiled to himself. He liked the messy aftermath of sex. The smell
of it. The sticky wetness. The taste of his own juice mixed with
hers. He slipped back between her legs and indulged in his favorite
pastime. The wet banquet