Demon from the Dark (Immortals After Dark #10)(45)

Like a shot, he wrapped his free palm over her nape, tugging her till their lips met.

Now her eyes widened, but when his lids slid shut, so did hers. She grazed her mouth over his, then again. And all the while he lazily fondled her sex.

Light, fleeting kisses, and flicks of her tongue followed. When she pulled back, his hooded gaze was that of a male who’d just gone to heaven.

She drew in once more, licking the seam of his lips. As they eagerly parted, her tongue darted inside to meet his. He groaned in surprise.

Though hesitant at first, he caught on swiftly. Soon his tongue twined against hers, her moans mixed with his stunned growls as his fingers played.

He cautiously pressed one to her opening. As soon as he’d breached her entrance, she gasped from the delicious fullness inside. But he jerked his hand away, breaking from the kiss.

“What? Why’d you stop?”

He was studying her expression. Fearing he’d hurt her?

“Oh, you didn’t hurt me.” She took his hand, kissing his palm, then easing it back between her legs. “That’s it, Malkom. I should have told you it felt so nice.”

When he returned his finger to her core, he slipped it farther within. Her sheath clamped down on it, and his eyes widened with astonishment. She could perceive that feeling of wonder emanating from him.

And she knew. He’d never felt a woman like this. In a hazy part of her brain, she recognized that he was a virgin, at least with women.

“Ah, Carrow.” The deeper he pushed in his finger, the more the heel of his palm pressed against her clitoris.

She began to rock against his hand. “Feels so good, demon.” Getting closer . . . so close. “Just a few seconds more.”

But he withdrew his finger, leaning forward to rasp in her ear, “Sex.” His erection pressed high on her belly, insistent. He gripped it in his fist, as if to position it.

“Malkom, no!”

“Yes! Need.”

“No!” Don’t ruin this, please, don’t ruin it. “Demon, please.”

Just when she was about to retreat, he said, “Kiss,” as he cupped her breast.

She exhaled a shaky breath. “Only k-kiss?”

In answer, he rubbed her nipple and licked his lips.

Carrow gazed at his mouth and had to bite back a moan.



Malkom had always thought that females had more control over their bodies, could master their urges. Males were the more animalistic ones.

Gods almighty. My woman is shaking from her need to come.

Of course he’d attempted to claim her!

She was wet, and that meant she needed him inside her. When his member hardened to take her, her sex would grow damp to better receive it.

He and his ara were both there.

Yet Malkom had agreed to Carrow’s terms, so he would respect her wishes in this. Still, his demon instinct screamed within him to satisfy her. He intended to with his mouth, kissing her body.

He’d start with her soft breasts. On his way down to them, he ran his lips along her neck, nuzzling her collar to kiss the bite mark there. Just as his fangs sharpened, he noticed her sudden tension. She fears another bite.

So he hastened down to one of her breasts, his tongue flicking at the moisture still dripping on them from the ceiling above. With a groan, he took one sweet nipple between his lips to suck, eyes sliding shut as it puckered to the tip of his swirling tongue.

When she moaned low and cupped her breast to his mouth, he commanded himself, Last, Slaine, last! Do not come . . .

Oh, yes, his woman loved this as much as he. Malkom would be at her breasts any chance he got. She cupped her other one for him to repeat his attentions.

Yet as he suckled, he scented her arousal deepening. Drawn to that part of her, he kissed lower toward her small patch of silky black curls. Her flat belly dipped as he grazed his lips over it.

Before when he’d felt her inside, she’d been wet like water but slippery like cream. Needing to taste her, he knelt between her legs. She let him hook her knee over his shoulder, unabashed. When he saw her sex, he knew why—she was perfect.

For long moments, he stared, awestruck by her pink flesh, by her glistening folds. He wanted to tell her she was beautiful, again felt frustration that he couldn’t.

When he caressed her there, she quivered against his fingers. He gazed up at her. “Kiss?”





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Oh, yes, kiss!

The demon knelt in the water before her, like some wicked god of virility. His horns had straightened and grown duskier as they flared back from his head. His thick hair was drying to a dark blond threaded with golden strands, as if it’d been lightened by the sun. His body seemed to have grown even larger, his muscles bulging everywhere.

Her brawny demon protector was pierced, tattooed, and sinful.

And he was gazing between her legs with a transfixed expression, until she was squirming. “Malkom, kiss.”

He licked his lips in such a feral display of lust, she shivered. Though she was convinced he’d never taken a woman with his mouth, he was heading that way now, leaning in. She felt his breath against her, his firm lips following.

When he gave a testing lick, she held her breath. He’d definitely never done this. Would he like—

“Carrow!” he ground out, rocking his hips, thrusting into the water. Then he set upon her, hungrily licking her up and down, groaning against her.