Ruby Shadows (Born to Darkness #3)(84)

“Because…because we should only do what we have to do.” But she didn’t sound at all certain.

“I am not asking you to do anything we haven’t already done before,” I pointed out as I slipped my fingers into the soft, secret folds of her *. Gods, she was wet! Wet and hot and so ready—I wanted badly to make her come if only she would let me.

“That…that’s the trick the Devil always uses,” she whispered. “Grams said he always says, ‘It won’t hurt to do it just once.’ And after that he says, ‘You already did it once—might as well do it again.’”

“Well, I am a demon. But what if it is no trick? What if I simply want to bring you pleasure because I care for you?” I murmured, circling the swollen bud of her clit gently with one fingertip. The light, gentle touch seemed to make her wild. She moaned softly and bucked under my seeking fingers.

“Laish, please…”

“Please, what, mon ange?” I sensed she was close—her hips were moving, grinding restlessly against my hand. Taking a chance, I slipped two fingers deep inside her virgin depths and continued the gentle caress around her clit with my thumb.

“Oh…oh!” she moaned as I filled her. “Oh, Laish…please!”

I knew what please meant and it wasn’t that she wanted me to withdraw. Leaning down, I took her mouth in a hungry kiss, ravaging her lips and sucking her tongue as I stroked into her with my fingers. She was close…so close and I was as determined to make her come as she had been to make me lose control earlier.

“Come for me,” I growled at last, pulling back and looking into her eyes. “Come with my name on your lips. Come as you look into my eyes and know that I want your pleasure as much as you wanted mine.” With these words, I pressed even deeper inside her, stroking hard with my thumb.

It was what she needed to send her over the edge. Her eyes widened and her back arched and then I felt her inner walls trembling and spasming around my invading fingers.

“Oh…Oh, Laish,” she moaned brokenly, just as I had hoped she would. Hearing my name from her lush lips and feeling her * clench around me made me so hard I felt as though I’d never come myself. Gods, she was lovely when she finally let go…when she finally trusted me enough to give herself completely.

I wondered if she would ever give herself to me in another way.

At last her quivering stopped and I withdrew my fingers. In the fading glow of the embers, they were shiny with her juices.

“Oh, uh…” Gwendolyn still sounded breathless and a little embarrassed. “I guess you’d better do your trick and make everything all nice and neat again.”

“I think not,” I said. “As if I would miss a chance to taste your honey.” Locking my eyes with hers, I sucked my fingers into my mouth and savored her sweet, salty flavor. It was delicious and utterly addictive. I wished I could spend hours between her legs, lapping her * long and slow, licking away her sweet juices and then urging her to make more. I wanted to make her come with my mouth, not just my fingers. But I sensed she was not yet ready for that.

She was watching me wide eyed as I finished cleaning my fingers.

“You really do like it, huh?”

“I have told you that I do. Shall I clean you up as well?” I motioned down at her inner thighs which were still shiny with her juices.

“Oh!” She seemed to remember she was lying there, exposed. Hastily, she started to close her legs. I put a hand on her knee to stop her.

“Wait, Gwendolyn—only let me lick your inner thighs. I swear my tongue will not stray too far. Please?” I wanted to show her that I could be trusted…that I could be gentle. And I also wanted to get her used to the feeling of me between her thighs.

“Well…” She bit her lip uncertainly.

“I swear I will not taste your * tonight,” I told her quietly. “I only want to clean you up a little and savor your taste a bit more.”

“I shouldn’t but…I guess if you promise only to lick my thighs…”

“I swear it.” I was already moving down her body, nuzzling her as I went. I loved her sweet curves and the shine of firelight against her warm brown skin. Spread out on the white fur rug she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

When at last I got between her thighs, I took things slowly. I didn’t want to spook her or put her off. Gently, slowly, I lapped her inner thighs clean. True to my word I didn’t go near her *, although I did pay extra attention to the crease where her leg joined her torso on each side. I knew she could feel my hot breath blowing against her sex—that was enough for now.


My little witch was tense at first…then slowly, she relaxed. I glanced up and saw her watching me with wide eyes, taking in the slow way I was lapping her thighs. Good, I wanted her to remember this erotic picture…wanted it to be uppermost in her mind when she thought of me. Soon, very soon I meant to taste her honey right from the source but for now I must content myself with giving her a long, leisurely tongue bath.

I cleaned her thoroughly, unwilling to stop until she made me. To my delight, my little witch lay there trembling beneath my gentle assault for a very long time before she called a halt to our activities.

“Laish, I think I’m, uh, all cleaned up now. You can stop,” she whispered.