Sculpting a Demon (7 page)

“Ah, ah, ah,” he said, laughter in his voice. “No touching, right?”

“Right,” she agreed, laughing along with him, surprised to find that she was truly enjoying herself. Sure, she’d had great sex before, occasionally even the mind-blowing kind, but sex had always been serious business, with the one supreme goal always firmly in mind. She’d never once laughed with any of her previous partners. Never really had…fun. “That all you got?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.

He shook his head, grinning down at her. “I haven’t even begun.”

“I guess you better get to it then.”

He lowered his head and his grin grew wider as her chin automatically came up. “Someone’s eager,” he said.

She laughed again because she
was
eager. Eager to find out what he would do next.

He moved slowly, deliberately, every millimeter seeming to take a lifetime. He inhaled deeply and then lightly, ever so lightly, his breath touched her cheek, a whispering caress down the side of her face, over to her ear, down her throat. His breath swept over her shoulder and then worked its way back up again. She felt hot, flushed, her skin prickled with goose bumps, her stomach fluttering, her pussy wet and slick and pulsing.

His breath roamed over the outline of her jaw and her head went back, rolling against the wall as she mirrored the movement of his mouth. When he reached her chin, he paused, exhaling one long stream of air down the curve of her upraised neck. His breath glided over her, teasing the tops of her breasts, making her nipples hard and tight. He moved again, completing the line of her jaw, and then gave this side of her throat the same attention the other had received.

“Are you wet?” he asked, his breath hot against her ear.

“Yes,” she said. So very, very wet. Her entire lower half throbbed. If she was merely trembling before, she practically shuddered now.

She could feel him smile. “I want to taste you.”

It was then she realized that he was trembling as well. It was a powerful feeling to know how much he wanted her. To know, without really knowing, that he was hard. Hard for her. Wanted her as much as she wanted him. It was time for this game to end. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Taste me.”

“Hmmm,” he said, the sound a deep rumble from low in his throat. She felt his hot breath through her clothing as he slowly sank down, taking his time to linger over her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her stomach, until finally he was kneeling before her. His arms braced the wall on either side of her hips, his mouth very, very close to her crotch. He looked up at her through long, dark lashes. “That doesn’t sound like begging to me,” he said, carefully enunciating each word.

Lila hit the back of her head against the wall and laughed in spite of herself. She glanced back down at him, letting her gaze roam over the sharp, hard plains of his body, down to the extremely large, extremely obvious bulge in his pants.

He leaned forward and blew a heavy stream of air right over her pussy, his hot breath penetrating the fabric of her jeans.

Lila moaned, her fingernails digging into the wall. It was too much. His breath continued to caress her wetness, making her tingle and writhe, and there was simply no way she could hold out any longer. It was either submit or possibly die. “Please,” she said, her voice shaking.

He slowly rose to his feet before her. “Please, what?”

She let out a long sigh. “Please touch me.”

“Touch you where?” he asked, his eyes dark, that smile of his dancing over his lips.

She smiled back at him, willing to play along. “Here,” she said, running her fingers down the side of her neck. She gasped, her eyes shutting momentarily as his fingers traced the path she had drawn. “Here,” she said, moving her hand down the line to her cleavage. His lips pressed against the hollow of her throat and then he dragged his mouth lower, placing light, wet kisses along the tops of her breasts. Her breath came fast, her heart racing, and she allowed her hand to drift downward until she was cupping herself. “Here,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

He brushed her hand aside, replacing it with his own. Her body shook as he gave her a gentle squeeze and then ran his finger back and forth over the seam of her jeans. She rested her head back against the wall and he kissed his way up her throat, sucking and nipping her sensitive skin. When he licked the spot right behind her ear, she moaned, her legs parting slightly, and he cupped her more fully, his palm pressing against her clit, his finger still moving back and forth over the length of her entrance.

He took her hand and guided it to his cock. “I want to be inside you,” he said, his usually velvety-smooth voice strained, husky. His tongue traced the outline of her ear. “Will you have me?”

“Yes,” she said, stroking his hardness through his pants. “Yes, please,” she added and laughed.

He met her eyes and flashed her a quick smile. He dipped his head and then slowly dragged his tongue over her bottom lip. She gasped, her lips parting for him. Her body was on fire, every hormone alight with nearly desperate need. His tongue teased, darting and delving deeper into her mouth, tangling with and caressing hers. He tasted so incredible, like the most decadent dessert imaginable. His arms came around her waist, holding her tightly against him. She laid her hand against the side of his face, feeling his jaw work as his tongue danced with hers. He broke the kiss and touched his forehead to hers as they both panted, their breath moving in and out of their bodies in sync.

Reluctantly, she pulled slightly away from him, her hands on his chest. “Wait,” she said. “I have condoms somewhere. We need to find them.” At least she thought she did. She hoped she did. She didn’t want this to be over before it even began. And she most assuredly did not want to settle for just some cuddling.

Arien chuckled. “My dearest Master, I’m not human.”

“Yeah, I know but—”

“No but,” he said, sliding his hands under her shirt. “I carry no disease and the only way I could get you pregnant is if you commanded me to do so.” He flashed her his most wicked grin. “Shall I do so?”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Absolutely not.”

“No?” he asked, kissing her lips, her chin, the curve of her jaw. “Are you certain? I think we would make beautiful children together.”

“No, really, it’s okay,” she said.

He inclined his head to her and then opened his mouth to speak, but she pressed her fingers against his lips. She cupped the back of his neck with her other hand and pulled his head down until their lips met for a searing kiss.

Lila took hold of his shirt and he helped her lift it off him. She stared at his broad chest, so lean and corded with muscle, and then reached out, placing her hand in the center of that wide expanse of skin. She smiled, feeling his heart pound beneath her fingertips, beating as fast as her own. She slid her hand down, lightly raking her fingernails over him. She leaned forward and licked and kissed the base of his throat, up to his jaw and back down again. Taking her time, savoring the taste of his skin, she worked her way down to his nipple, nibbling it lightly and grinning as she felt him quiver. Her fingers moved lower, down over those perfect abs and then lingered over the trail of dark hair beneath his navel.

He pulled the t-shirt off her and cupped both her breasts in his hands, gently kneading and squeezing them. He plucked the material of her bra between his thumb and forefinger and slowly dragged it aside until her nipple was exposed. His index finger traced circles over the rosy flesh, his fingernail scraping over the hard peak. He lowered his head, took it into his mouth and suckled her. Lila nearly swooned as his teeth and tongue played with her. She kissed his shoulder and then bit into it as he began to suck harder.

Her fingers still flirted with the light trail of hair on his belly. She let them explore lower, slipping behind the waistband of his pants. His body went very still for a moment and then a shudder traveled through him when she wrapped her hand around his swollen shaft.

His mouth moved back up to meet hers, his hands roaming over the curve of her waist, the small of her back, down to the waistband of her jeans. He dipped two fingers behind the zipper and tugged her closer. She smiled as he kissed her, as he slowly unzipped her jeans. His hand glided down her stomach and then over her panties. She whimpered and he grinned. Slowly, ever so slowly, he reached under the thin material, his fingers teasing her outer lips. “So wet,” he murmured, and slipped one long finger inside her.

She clung to him, her legs weak and trembling. She spread her legs wider, allowing him to push deeper inside her. He growled as he nuzzled her neck. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, as she teetered on the very brink, he removed his hand, lifted her legs around his waist and carried her over to the kitchen table. With one hand, he swept the food and plates onto the floor and sat her down on the table. Capturing her mouth once more, he grasped her thighs and nudged them apart. His erection pressed against her and she moaned into his mouth.

A flick of his wrist and they were both naked. He stood before her, his chest heaving and slick with sweat, openly admiring her.

Suddenly she felt very exposed, very shy. He was so gorgeous, so incredibly sexy and perfect, and he was looking at her… She was horribly aware of her every flaw, every ounce of excess fat. She turned away from him, avoiding that intense gaze, and her hands came up, covering her breasts, her belly.

His fingers touched her chin and he gently turned her head so she was facing him again. “Why do you hide yourself?” he asked.

“I…um…” Her voice trailed off and she shook her head.

He dipped his head, his lips brushing over hers. “You,” he said between featherlight kisses, “are very beautiful.” More kisses on her eyelids, her nose. “Don’t ever hide from me.”

She swallowed hard and then kissed him deeply. Beautiful. She’d never thought herself as beautiful before. But his words, the hot passion in his eyes, the way he touched her made her feel it. Her hand slid down his neck, over his shoulder, down his arm, and then down his back to rest on the swell of his ass. She pressed against him, drawing him closer, wanting him closer, wanting him unlike anything else ever before.

He growled against her neck, took hold of her hips and thrust against her, the full, hard length of him rubbing over her entrance. She rocked against him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Laughing softly, he ran his hands over her thighs, grasped her knees and gently placed her legs back down on the table. “Not yet, my sweet,” he said, nipping her bottom lip. “First I want to taste you.”

He ran the back of his hand over her cheek, his eyes blazing. Her heart jumped in her chest as his finger slid back inside her. She lifted her hips, offering herself to him, aching for him to touch her, taste her, eat her, devour her. He watched her intently, watched all those thoughts flash across her face. The smile curving his lips was pure wickedness.

He kissed her neck, her breasts, her stomach, working his way down. The first flick of his tongue over her clit tore a cry from her and she plunged her fingers into his thick, dark hair. His tongue licked and teased, twisting and curling, shooting waves of ecstasy all through her. His low, satisfied moans mixed with her own and his grip tightened on her thighs when she arched into him.

He spread her legs wider as he tasted her, long licks that taunted her, teased her, forced her to moan and squirm. His tongue curled, pushing into her, instantly igniting brilliant bursts of light behind her closed eyes. She fought for breath as the rising tension in her body made her quake.

His thumb pressed against her clit, making her hips buck. Her head fell back and she braced herself against the table. Her heels dug into his back as he pumped his tongue in and out of her, pushing ever deeper inside. The orgasm built within her, finally reaching the blinding, pulsating moment of release, and she cried out, her screams filling the loft, as wave after wave of obliterating pleasure consumed her.

He rose to his feet and nuzzled her neck, trailing light kisses and soft murmurs against her throat, words she didn’t understand, spoken in some strange, musical language. His cock pressed against her opening and she shifted her hips for him. One hard thrust and he was inside her, filling her completely.

“Lila,” he breathed as he entered her. He remained still for a heartbeat, letting her savor the feeling of being joined with him for the first time. She could feel him throbbing within her, hard as steel, and then he pulled out and thrust again. “My Lila.”

Heat flooded her as he spoke. Her name. He said her name. And though it was such a little thing—it was only her name after all—it still felt like something monumental had occurred and she shuddered from the force of it. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she drew him deeper into her. “Arien,” she said, her hips meeting his with every thrust.

He ran his tongue over the curve of her breast and then caught her nipple in his mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he nibbled and sucked, his body thrusting into her, every rhythmic, pounding stroke making her gasp.

The soft sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room as he quickened his pace. Hooking his arms under her legs, he lifted her slightly and took total control. She moaned as he pushed deeper inside her and the pulse in her belly beat harder. Her fingers dug into his ass, her body and mind consumed with fire and heat, with the hammering rush of her approaching climax. Again and again he hit that sweet, perfect spot within her, bringing her to the edge and then pushing her over, and she rode the wild waves, her body convulsing, clamping down on his cock. A deep moan rumbled through his chest and he shuddered as he emptied himself into her. Panting, spent, he collapsed heavily against her and she held him tightly. A soft sigh escaped both their lips when he pulled out, and he kissed along her collarbone, her throat, as they came down from their high.