Demon from the Dark (Immortals After Dark #10)(90)

He moved to her other breast, still kneading the first, pinching the nipple he’d left aching and damp.

Soon, she was panting, now craving the thickness wedged within her. “Malkom, now,” she pleaded, rocking her hips to urge his own. “I’m ready.”

In answer, the demon gave a measured thrust.

Pleasure radiated throughout her body. “Ah, yes!” No pain. Only rapture. “More . . .”

Another forceful stroke.

With nothing to distract her, Carrow noticed how perfectly he ground against her clitoris with each thrust. How his sweat-slicked hips rubbed between her sensitive thighs.

How he filled her so deeply, she felt as if he were a part of her. One being, unending.

“Cannot stop again, witch,” he growled against her nipple.

When he drew his hips back, she cried, “Whatever you do, don’t stop!”



Now his female wanted him to continue. Grappling for control, determined to feel her come, Malkom did.

He bucked against her, once and again, until he found a driving rhythm.

“Drink me,” she moaned as their skin slapped.

He rose up on straightened arms. “What did you say?” Another plunge of his cock made her plump breasts quiver. The tips were puckered, still moist from his tongue. Had he heard her right?

“Take my neck . . .”

“Cannot.” Already, he doubted he could deny the tugging grip of her sex in the final moments.

Much less while her blood coursed through his veins.

Her head thrashed. “Suckle blood from my breast, like you did before.”

“Carrow! Be silent,” he hissed, even as his gaze was riveted to that soft, giving flesh. So easy to pierce her pale skin. To drink from her, pleasuring her.

What would it feel like to have his fangs and his shaft within her body, both gloved by her sweet skin?

He shook his head hard, struggling to outlast her, to keep from tasting her. Her throaty moans had grown constant, her nails digging into his back, clutching him close. She was on the edge, and he was determined to take her over. Cleave to me, witch . . . .

Pounding betwixt her legs, driven by her lush heat, he gripped her nape, yanking her up. “I cannot give you up. Never will I release you.”

Cleave to me!

“Demon . . .” Her anguished expression transformed to one of ecstasy, her eyes glimmering like stars. “Oh, you’re making me—” She threw back her head and screamed, “Malkom! Yes, yes!”

He felt her squeezing as she began to come, clenching round his shaft as he’d imagined so many times.

But ’twas all so much better than his fantasies. Her scent, her cries, the way her body writhed wildly beneath his. Plunging into the wetness of her orgasm . . .

“Gods, Carrow!” he bellowed. He was about to explode, the seal soon to be broken, his semen climbing. For four hundred years he’d waited to ejaculate, to offer his seed to another.

When he’d grown so large he could barely thrust inside her, when he was about to come harder than he ever had in his life, his mind whispered, Nothing but need.





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“Wh-what?” Carrow didn’t understand. “What did you do?”

Malkom had pulled out?

He’d finished on her belly, heaving over her as he’d yelled her name. And it felt like a slap in the face. He hadn’t even broken his demon seal, hadn’t ejaculated with his release.

Now he collapsed atop her, his heart like a drum, his hips still languidly rocking.

Be glad, Carrow. You don’t need a baby. So why did she feel like crying? “Okay, you can get up now.”

He raised his head as if with difficulty, the corners of his lips curling. “I do not know if I can move, ara.”

That half grin was almost her undoing. He looked so boyish, his face relaxed, his eyes now that steadfast blue.

“At least not until I take you next.” He began hardening atop her.

“Get off me.”

He frowned at her tone, levering himself up on his elbows. “I have hurt you?”

He had, just not in the way he thought. She scrambled back, out from under him.

“Channa, what? Did I do . . . wrong?”

“Just give me a second, Malkom.” She couldn’t even process this. The best sex in her entire life, the strongest emotional connection she’d ever felt, and he’d gypped her. Why would he do that? How could he do that?

He’d seemed utterly lost right before he’d come.

But then, he didn’t trust her. And deep down he could even hate her. Probably both.

All she knew was that he’d defied his demon instinct, denied himself that kind of pleasure, to make sure she didn’t get pregnant with his baby.

Though he’d vowed never to release her, never to give her up, he might hate every minute of having her.

“Why will you not look at me?” he asked when she began dressing. “Are you angry about how I ended? Is that wrong to your kind?”

“I just didn’t expect you to do that.”

“I know. ’Twas nigh too good to pull away.”

She muttered, “Second slap of the night,” then added, “Yet somehow you found a way to.”

“You are upset about this? I did not know you wanted a child.”