Page 48 of Burn for the Devil

The air around her glittered, the tiny golden specks of light I could see brightening when I leaned down, caging her and dragging my finger along the top of her breast. She fell back on her elbows, her chest raised like an offering to a god when I climbed onto the bed. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice low and breathy.

She knew exactly what I was doing, I could now smell her arousal. She more than knew, and her body was primed. “Precisely what you want, what you’re asking for from me.”

I guided her farther back onto the bed, copying the position she was in when I damned her to the cottage. As I predicted, a hint of fear entered the atmosphere. My cock swelled from the tang in the air, her trepidation filling my blood and urging me to plunge deep inside her. Her hands came up, pressing against my chest as I stretched over her.

Of course, her feigned protests were useless. Straightening, I kneeled over her legs and tore my vest off, tossing it onto the bed. She wiggled underneath me a little when I began to unbutton my shirt while I stared down at her, enjoying the battle of emotions reflected in her gaze.

Every now and then I would come across a human who eventually realized I wasother.Samantha was one of them, and this was her moment. She’d either accept I don’t wear contact lenses, or she would feel the minute changes in the air and stop lying to herself, stop comforting her psyche with the tiny half-truths and falsehoods that her kind used to make it through their day. She’d known she wasn’t dreaming, earlier. She justwouldn’t admit it to herself. She was a fighter, but mostly against herself. I’d have to help her change that misdirection.

Samantha’s gaze was torn between watching me remove my shirt and ogling my tattoos, all while trying not to stare at my bright emerald eyes. Neither my ink nor my irises were from her world and her gaze widened when my shirt was discarded. The fragrance of her lust, combined with the flowers, enflamed me. It was all I could do not to rip her from the bed and inhale her completely, ending her mortal life.

I watched as she moistened her lips with her tongue, her nervousness still on full display. She stayed quiet, the soft hiss of her ragged breath the only sound. She didn’t need to say a word, I knew what she wanted. Slowly, I removed my belt, the thought crossing my mind to strap it around her neck. That could wait for another time; there was so much I wanted to do for her—and to her.

Before leaning down over her again, I removed the tie from my hair, remembering her physical response to the touch of it against her skin. I paused a few seconds, looking down into her expectant gaze, marveling at the fact I finally had her where I wanted her—completely at my mercy.

“Ramone,” she finally squeaked out. “What are we doing?”

Grinning, I answered, “Ruining you for anyone else.” As if I’d let anyone else breath the same air as her.

I swept my head down, capturing her lips with my own. Samantha placed a hand on my shoulder, her nails grating at my flesh when I thrust my tongue in her mouth. Wrapping my hand around the back of her head, I fisted my fingers in her hair, pulling her head back against her pillow.

The look on her face was priceless, with her eyes blown wide with surprise. Chuckling, I released her and dragged her shirt over her head before popping open the clip on the front of her bra.

Her bare chest was perfect, just as I’d imagined, her creamy mounds tipped with light pink buds. I slid a hand over one breast and then down her ribcage to grab her hipbone, sinking my fingers into her flesh while I took the other in my mouth. Flicking my tongue against her hardened nipple, I elicited soft cries of pleasure from the goddess in my arms. When I sank my teeth in, she groaned and lifted her hips, seeking the pleasure she’d get only from me.

Taking her mouth with my own again, I reached for her pants and pulled them down. Samantha clasped her arms around my neck, lifting herself as I pulled them from her ankles.

I laid her back down gently and straddled her. Tentatively, she stretched a finger toward one of the sparkling tattoos on my chest and I held my breath. It’d been a long time since I’d let anyone touch my skin in this way, flesh against flesh. I’d dreamed of this moment since the first time I saw her, the day I’d drink from her, consume her, leave my mark on her and render her helpless and unable to bear the touch or thought of another man.

The scent of her arousal filled the room and her pussy glistened in the dim lighting, her moisture seeping between her swollen lips. She needed me as much as I needed her. I plunged a finger inside and her tight walls contracted around me as I pumped in and out, before adding a second. She clung to me, whispering my name like a prayer, angling her hips, desperate for more. I returned my attention to kissing and licking every square inch of her feather-soft skin while my senses began drowning under the assault. The fragrance of the woman I held, the sparkling veil around her, the very ether surrounding us pulled at me, requiring more. My spirit wanted more than just the taste of her skin.

Samantha did too, moving her lips away. “Ramone,” she begged. “Please.” Her little hand darted to my waistband, and Ididn’t stop her. Her nails scraped through the bit of hair below the band as she tugged at my pants.

I nudged her back down, pressing my face against her chest, while I removed the rest of my clothing. Her fingers tangled in my hair, and she caressed my cheek as I raised myself, positioning my cock at her entrance. I let the head rest right between her lips, the heat of her core compelling me to tear into her, but I refrained. I held back as she squirmed, wriggling her hips back and forth. A soft whine slipped past her parted lips.

Her pupils were blown wide, her skin flushed, and I’d never seen her more beautiful than at this very moment, desperate for my cock. “Wait,” I told her. “Remember I said I would show you what I was?” I needed this closeness, the necessity to fully bond with her could no longer be held off.

Samantha blinked, lost in a haze of lust, and whimpered. I slid over her, notching a leg between hers before I rolled us onto our sides. My heart thudded in my chest. I was dancing with fire, but nothing was going to stop me.

My hand encircled her nape as I brought my lips to the other side of her neck and inhaled. My eyes shuttered as I breathed her in, the delicate taste of her tracing a course across my tongue and through my mouth. Every cell of my body lit with joy, the chemical reaction sending ecstasy through my veins. As her energy flew through my body, it joined my own. I felt her shudder in pleasure below me when I breathed it back, feeling the goosebumps skitter across her skin. My hand trailed down, reaching between her legs to rub her clit as I began entering her. She tensed in reaction to my supping on the very thing tethering her to her body, the sensation of bliss from my physical and spiritual joining with her.

She grew wetter and wetter as I pushed inside her, the heat of her pussy wrapping a vise grip around me. When I was fully sheathed, she cried out, the strangled sound a mix of pain andpleasure. Her fingernails gripped my back as I began thrusting my hips, sending heat down my back when they broke the skin.

Alternating between her lips and her neck, I licked and sucked, bit and drank. Her delicious nectar slid down my throat and coated my tongue with a sweetness that drove me to the brink of madness as I pounded into her.

Samantha lifted her hips meeting me thrust for thrust until she began slowing her movements. Her arms edged down, losing their hold. “Ramone... Oh God. I can’t.” Her back arched as her pussy convulsed and contracted around my cock, her eyes rolling back in her head when she screamed her release, my name on her tongue.

Slowing my movement, I gripped her chin and plunged my tongue between her lips before pulling back and impaling her with my cock again. She was still in her throes of ecstasy when I grabbed her roughly and sat back on my heels. Holding her by her waist, I pounded my thick cock into her over and over again, while she clung to me. Her chest and lower neck bore the beginning of bruises. I noted the marks I’d left on her, and a feeling of satisfaction washed over me. Heat gathered at the base of my spine, my balls tightening, and I began spilling into her as I clamped onto her collarbone with my teeth.

A buzzing sound entered my ears, and the world went white as I shook with the force of my release. It didn’t seem as if it would ever end but finally, I was spent, and I let go of her. Samantha laid back, exhaustion rolling through her body.

My ears were still ringing when I laid down and drew her across my torso, tangling my fingers in her hair to keep her resting on my chest whether she wanted to or not. It wasn’t lost on me that with how much I drained her, she should’ve stopped breathing several minutes ago. She must’ve heard and felt my heart hammering a frenetic beat under my skin. If she did, she didn’t say a word.

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Samantha

Ramone’s heart sounded like it wanted to burst through his ribcage. My own pounded in my ears as I reached for the blanket and dragged it over my hips. His body felt like a furnace, but I still wanted the comfort while the aftershocks of our lovemaking shook my legs with small, involuntary movements. The little twinges made me uncomfortable and if he noticed, he didn’t mention it. He held me by a fistful of my hair, trapping me as if he were worried I’d escape.

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