My Decadent Demon (My Demon Trilogy, Book 1) (14 page)

In and out, his fingers stroked, rubbing that bundle of nerves deep inside her core. When he upped the pressure against her back door, she gasped through a violent shudder. Higher and higher he wrung her, making her whimper and moan, her glow pulsing like a strobe light.

Abruptly he felt her tense, then arch up hard as a strangled cry ripped from her lips. A full-body shockwave tore through her frame, a blinding flash lighting the room. Her juices gushing forth on a trembling rush. Quickly, Cole’s mouth took his skilled fingers’ place. Fuck him sideways, he could die a happy demon drowning in his angel's passion. His tongue delved deep, drinking her up as she clamped down hard. And still Sera’s orgasm quaked through her core.

He could feel her tugging mindlessly at her binds, her ankles and wrists shifting constantly. He chuckled against her flesh, still mercilessly stroking her fire. He loved overwhelming her to the point of desperation. 

She bucked anew, begging for mercy. “Cole! I cannot bare another moment! Please! I need you deep within me!”

Cole paused at her plea. She was burning for him, as he was for her. It’d be pointless to make them both suffer. Sliding out from beneath her, he moved off the bed and swiftly removed his sweats. Black eyes never leaving her, he climbed back on with a growl. He could barely contain himself, so bad he needed to be insider her.

He palmed his shaft, and against her ass, he rubbed his silky crown. Back and forth, back and forth. She was so warm, and soft, and smooth. Her curves beyond perfection. His free hand palmed her cheek as he positioned his head at her sex. Ragged breath shuddered from his lips. “Sera…”

Sera’s froze, the feel of hot steely flesh prodding her entrance igniting a sudden wave of fear. She had never had intercourse before, at least none that she could recall. Would she be able to accommodate him? He was a large male. And very well endowed from the glimpse she’d caught of him in the shower before.

He leaned over her, his chest deliciously scalding her back. “You still want me deep inside you, right Sera?” his voice was like velvet, dipped in dark chocolate. Confident and hungry and smug. She sucked in a trembling breath. But before she could answer, he breached her, but only by an inch. Quickly he pulled back out. Again and again, he repeated the motion, slow and consistent. Sera mewled in tortured bliss, his teasing driving her mad. Finally she cried out in frustration, “Cole! Why must you torment me so?” She rocked her hips backwards, desperate to bring about deeper penetration. She was going to lose her mind if he didn’t fill her soon.

“No, Sera,” he breathed against her neck. “You need to beg me for this.” He slid in a little deeper, holding her hips still. “You can’t have more until then.”

Unabashedly she moaned, rolling her hips as she reveled in that glorious extra inch. “Ohhh… yesss…Oh!-”

A sharp, biting smack lit up her cheek. At the same time Cole swiftly withdrew. His warm hand rubbed at the sting. Sera groaned, the mixture of pleasure and pain tangling her thoughts. She liked it. No, she didn’t. Was it wrong? Because it felt exceptionally right.

“Don't move,” he gritted, “until I say to.” Again he entered her, half way this time, stretching her full nonetheless. She squirmed, her body determined to adjust. But the second it did, he pulled back again, making her whimper a curse.

Cole chuckled low, the sound fueling her desire. She bucked in frustration, and was rewarded with another spank. It was beginning to dawn on her that he was truly a master at this, her master, and would yield only when he saw fit.

Around and around, his head teased her slit, breaking her out into a cold, hard sweat. She wondered much more she could take, or how much longer Cole could hold out. She had a feeling he was trying to break her, to tear down her emotional wards. And if that was the case, he’d undoubtedly hold on for as long as it took. She only hoped she’d still be sane when the time finally came.

His thumb swept through her wetness, then moved back to circle her rosette. She jerked, the strangely erotic sensations wrenching her even higher. And then, as if unable to help himself, Cole suddenly thrust hard with a growl. Air shot passed Sera’s lips as he blessedly bottomed out. Finally, he was buried deep inside her! But just as quickly, he pulled withdrew again to resume his wicked play. Halfway in, then all the way out, with every fifth stroke sinking deep to the hilt, stretching her wide and filling her full. Sera purred and moaned, gasped and writhed. He was wickedly, wonderfully evil.

Core nearly dripping as Cole kneaded her hips, Sera let out a hiss, “Cole, you-” and unexpected thrust cut off her words. She gasped, then growled like a kitten, “you shameless male. So help me, I’m going to-” a lightning-fast retreat and another hard impale. “Oh!” she cried, writhing anew. “Please! Do not torture me so!” Her muscles clamped down, desperate to keep him inside. He grunted, then growled, then slowly pulled back out.

“No!” she screamed, utterly frustrated. “Damn you, Cole!” The tension within her was mounting unbearably, her release ever out of reach, tethered to Cole’s ultimate will. But oh glorious night, she’d never been so aroused in all her life. She could curse and worship him all at once.

Her body shook violently as tears of intense pleasure slid down her cheeks. A sob lodged in her throat, overwhelmed by what he was doing to her. He had mastered her body and was now endeavoring to claim her soul. She believed that with everything she was. And for a reason she couldn’t fathom, she was okay with that.

She had to kiss him. It was no longer a want but a fundamental need. As he thrust into her again, a broken cry ripped free, her need for release bordering on painful; a beautiful, penetrating pain that, as he swiftly withdrew, had her pleading for more. “Cole! Cole, please!”

Cole chuckled, dark and broody, giving her hips a squeeze. Clearly it was time for her to intensify her pleading. Dignity be damned, she needed him. Sexually, intrinsically. “Please,” she mewled, arching her back. “I beg you. Untie me so that I may hold you when you set my soul aflame.” Her voice trembled breathlessly as she peered over her shoulder. “Please, Cole. Anchor me within this storm you’ve created, amongst this intensity you have lit inside my veins.”

Cole paused, his chest heaving riotously. He couldn’t think straight, so completely consumed by his Sera. With all that moving in and out, gripped by her super-sweet tightness, he hadn’t noticed his demon - in all its ominous glory - beginning to surface. He was too aroused, too out of control from all her begging and mewling. Damn, the way her body was writhing for his touch…

He groaned, fighting for his sanity. He needed Sera to touch him as badly as she did. She wasn’t the only one in need of grounding. With a snarl and a finger snap, he flipped her onto her back. But still he kept her wrists restrained. He wasn’t quite ready to relinquish his domination.

“Look at me,” he rasped, his voice deeper than usual.

Sera’s gasped, eyes snapped wide to lock on his temples. Cole froze, the look on her face shooting dread-filled realization straight to his gut. In the throes of passion, his demon half had emerged. Oh fuck. There was no going back now that she’d seen his true form.

“This is who I am,” he growled softly, “what I am.” Warily he regarded her. “I love you, Sera,” he breathed anxiously. “I'll always love you.” He didn’t give her a chance to respond, was too afraid of what she’d say. Instead, he draped her legs over his shoulders and thrust forward, hard and high, burying himself to the hilt. Sera cried out, her muscles tensing tight. “Don't look away,” he grated, “I want your eyes wide when I come deep inside you. I want you to see who it is making love to you.”

He moved faster inside her, all the while forcing her to keep eye contact. “Come for me,” he groaned, his tone rough and guttural. “Come for your demon.”

She squirmed beneath him, her breath shallow pants. He was so hard he could pound nails for a week. He’d be going over the edge before long. Sera, however, was a different story. By the way her channel was pulsing, clutching him harder than hell, he could tell she only had seconds. He ripped out a shout to keep from exploding. Just a little fucking longer, damn it.

All the while, her eyes stayed locked with his, to the same dark entity that had scared her to death and sent her running all those years ago. Could she see his face in his demon’s features? Understand it was he making love to her still? So badly he needed her unconditional love.

Beneath him, her body detonated, a rapturous cry tearing up from her throat, light blasting from her form.
Frantically, she tugged against her restraints, her long leg clamping down tight. And still he took her, driving her climax higher with a passion that bellowed ‘euphoria.’

With eyes of obsidian, Cole watched her unraveling, coming apart in his arms. He knew he looked every inch the demon he was, a part of him that only came out when emotions ran high. With Sera, she could bring about them all; passion, frustration, anger. But most of all, happiness. Only she could give him that. An indulgence he’d dumped at the door a long-ass time ago, when she’d taken his heart and split.

Completely exposed, he worried that she’d do the same again. Was she capable of accepting who he really was? A man with a demon’s soul. Or was he a demon with a man’s heart? At times he couldn’t tell. All he need to know now, though, was if she was going to stay.

Peering into her bright, starry eyes, he knew it was more complicated than that. Her kind would be searching for her. He was surprised they hadn't found her already. But she was his, damn it, and he wanted to brand her as such for all time. His emotions surged, the possessiveness in him rising to critical. Harder he pumped, deeper he growled.

Sera’s heels dug into his back, her toes curling tight as she quaked. How could she still be climaxing! She shuddered and bucked as Cole pitched up against her. Why wasn’t she horrified that the monster from her dream was real? Was Cole? Instead she somehow felt intoxicating relief. Like she’d been in the dark for too long and had finally been shown the light; like she’d been holding her breath for eons, and was finally able to exhale.

She stared at her dark lover, the side of him she’d never seen before. He was extreme to behold, yet profoundly beautiful. And stunningly exotic. The ultimate focal point as she rode out her orgasm’s maelstrom.

And then they hit her. Hard and fast, as she crashed down from her high. Visions, memories, moments from her past. Times she spent with Cole. Her brows dipped, confused and alarmed. Her fists clutched against their restraints. Above her, he moaned, his eyes heavy with lust. She’d seen that look before… A new image exploded in her mind. More recent by the looks of the surroundings.

A warehouse meeting, a guarded reunion.

A warm smile, a tentative kiss.

A bittersweet, soulful surrender.

Sera frowned, catching her breath as her mind’s eye continued to unfold. Her body was still thrumming from her powerful release. And still Cole moved inside her. But the vision only grew stronger. More vivid. Yet she didn’t understand its meaning. What was happening in this supposed recollection?

An aftershock of pleasure shuddered through her body, and with it came the scene’s shocking conclusion. She froze as familiar, raw emotions tore through her chest.

They’d been coming for her, had found her, meant to take her away.

But she hadn’t wanted to go. She’d wanted to stay. With Cole.

Because she loved him.

All of him.

She’d known what he was and she’d still treasured him beyond reason…

Sera sucked in a breath, her heart hammering anew. She remembered. Oh God, she remembered!

“Cole,” she cried, “Oh my God, Cole, it’s you.” Enlightened eyes held his black gaze. He groaned, still impassioned, but his hips slowed up in their roll. Understanding had dawned. She could see it in his features.

She blinked up at him… and smiled.

And then she laughed, her legs dropping down to squeeze his waist tight. “Cole, you magnificent, insufferable demon! It all has come back to-” she gasped, her laughter instantly ceasing. Her smile evaporated, too, as more realizations descended. Tears trickled passed her temples.

And then a smaller, softer smile emerged.

With a hitch in her voice, she choked, “I remember, Cole. I remember. Oh my sweet, wonderful prince, I remember.” She let out a laughing sob. “How absolutely amazing, and ironic, it is that your demon was what brought back my memories. Oh Cole! Untie me! Let me touch you, my love! I am back! I am- Oh God!”

Abruptly, Cole thrust back into her hard, invigorated tenfold by the unexpected turn of events. By her clear and total unconditional acceptance. Into her recesses he erupted, as if happiness had detonated his body and soul. He moaned against her neck, gasping for air as he panted her name. When finally he came down, his hands palmed the sides of her head as his lips lowered gently to hers. Sweet and tender he kissed her, worshiping her mouth while his thumbs wiped her tears.

As his hips fell into a slow, steady rhythm, he had to force his fingers from her hair to allow one final ‘snap.’ Liberated arms wrapped instantly around his neck, the intensity of Sera’s chokehold a testament to her angelic strength.

But Cole didn’t care. He was too busy savoring the moment; the reawakening of hearts and the unifying of souls. A gamut of raw emotions poured through his system, this coming together a powerful reminder of what they'd once had. And what they would now have again.