Demon from the Dark (Immortals After Dark #10)(89)

She shivered in anticipation, her sex clenching for those fingers inside her. “Then touch me, demon,” she whispered, letting both of her knees fall wide.

With a groan, he cupped her with his rough palm, covering her possessively as he slid his forefinger inside her.

“Yes!” She welcomed the insistent stroke, even as she’d begun panting for more.

He dipped his head to nuzzle her breasts, his hot tongue flicking one of her nipples. With his brows drawn tight, he closed his lips around the swollen peak, muttering mindlessly to himself about how sweet she tasted . . . how he’d dreamed of her scent.

By the time he returned with a second finger, she was nearly on the verge.

“Tell me you are ready.” Before he took her other nipple, he rasped, “I want to be . . . claiming you.” He gave a decisive thrust with those two fingers. “Ah, f*cking you like this.” Another unyielding thrust. At his words, she grew even more aroused, and he could feel it. “My female is slick, needing her release.”

“Yes, I’m ready.” She sounded as desperate as she was. “Please, demon . . .”

He moved between her legs, his tanned skin sheening in the rain, his shaft jutting eagerly. His eyes were now black as onyx and burning with intent.

So gorgeous. And about to be mine.

He gripped himself in his fist, positioning the broad crown against her entrance. “Tell me you want me, witch.”

“I want you, Malkom.” She moaned when the head nudged inside her. “I’ve never wanted like I do now.”



As Malkom gazed down at where their bodies were about to join, he swallowed, nervousness and excitement warring within him. “At last to have this.”

At last to have my wife.

“Yes, yes,” she murmured, her hips rolling wantonly.

With each undulation, her sex moistened the head of his cock, giving him a taste of what he might yet feel, spurring him to thrust. He wanted deep within her, wanted his shaft to be covered in that wetness.

“Just please go a little easy at first.”

As water drops collected over her pale skin, he began to press forward, groaning from the heat that greeted him. When her sheath enveloped the head, he watched, unable to catch his breath as he inched through her tightness. After so long wondering . . .

“Slow, demon.” She grasped his shoulders as she maneuvered beneath him, wriggling her hips as if to receive him better. “Please.”

Slow. Somehow. He clamped the backs of her thighs with shaking hands. Spreading her legs even wider, he painstakingly squeezed in deeper. His cock had already begun throbbing, bordering on pain. He wasn’t even halfway in.

And still he watched their joining. A feeling like grief seized him when he realized that he’d never fit her. That her tender body had not been made for one like him.

“Witch, I cannot . . .” Yet her eyes were still desirous, heavy-lidded. “Do you not . . .” What to ask her? He could barely formulate thoughts, much less words. “I do not hurt you?”

“No, Malkom.” She shook her head, and the exquisite scent of her hair nearly felled him.

Truly? If she had no worry, then his was relieved. Carrow would know about these things better than he.

“You feel wonderful,” she added, biting her bottom lip.

My gods, so do you, woman.

His resolve renewed, he pressed forward. Sweating as he mounted her, he sank his aching shaft deeper.

“Demon, you’re almost . . .” She gasped when he’d gone as far as her body would allow, gloved within her heat. “Ah, there!” She arched her back, and her sex slipped along his cock.

His eyes nearly rolled back in his head.

“Carrow!” Dizzy with pleasure, he rasped, “There is nothing better.” He wanted to savor this, to revel in the connection. But instinct drove him, commanding him to thrust. He withdrew his hips and bucked for the first time. The bliss of it wrenched a roar from his chest. His back bowed.

Another thrust.

Gods almighty. He’d never lived before this moment.

With a ragged groan, he gazed down at her, telling her in Demonish that she was soft, perfect.

That this was heaven.

He stretched his body over hers, heaving forward, needing to do this hard.



Okay, now he was hurting her.

“Easy, demon.” He didn’t seem to hear her. At first it’d been so good, but he was growing even thicker. She was pinned on his length, could feel him throbbing inside. “Please, c-can you just give me a second?”

Seeming to wake, he rose above her with an incredulous look. But he did go still.

Denying his instinct was obviously agonizing. His jaw bulged at the sides. The muscles in his torso, arms, and neck were tensed, the ridges sharp. “You are hurting,” he grated, his accent more marked than she’d ever heard it.

“Yes, a little. I need to get used to you.”

Sweat beaded his chest and forehead. “What . . . what do I do?”

“Would you kiss me here again?” She cupped her breasts in offer.

His brows furrowed as if she’d just struck him out of the blue.

With a desperate groan, he gripped her breasts with his big palms, kneading them as he took one peak between his lips. His greedy mouth sucked until it was almost agony.

She arched her back again. “More, demon!”