I wanted to settle in for a long, slow ride. The skim of flesh against flesh sent a delightful wash of sensation rolling through my body with each stroke. But my Settling was firmly upon me, and Dialle was working his magic on the uber-sensitive skin of my throat.
He closed his mouth over my daemon hickey and sensations exploded through me. He sucked hard and my pussy clenched violently, he sucked again and my release rolled over me, pulling me into a dark column of pleasure with bright pinpricks of light that flashed behind my eyes.
Sparks flared between us as Dialle continued to suck on the mark that merged us and my body responded with violent pulses and rolling aftershocks.
As my muscles softened from my release, I pulled away from his lips and nestled my face in his throat, pounding my body down over his cock with increasing fervor.
His muscles tightened with his impending release and breath stuttered from between his lips in short, sharp bursts. His hands found my hips, urging me to ride him harder, faster.
I felt the moment just before he went over. I sensed his release beneath his skin. The flames dancing around us climbed to new heights. His fingers twitched in my hair, his eyes fluttered and his legs flexed under the building wave.
I opened my mouth and found the tender vein on the side of his neck. It had been calling to me since Dialle and I had engaged the dance. It was calling to me still.
I bit down and Dialle screamed, his body surging into release as I sucked the tender skin of his neck. Power surged from my core and infused the skin beneath my lips. Sparks flared from the spot where I sucked, heated air surged around the bed, sending lamps crashing to the floor and papers flying willy-nilly around the room.
My body roared into orgasm again as Dialle thrashed in his own ecstasy beneath me.
The bed rocked in the strength of the roiling wind and Dialle’s face disappeared under the dense curtain of my hair. I could feel his cock jumping inside me, scalding my tender flesh with burst after burst of hot cum. But I was lost to the sweet skin beneath my lips.
I was enthralled, hooked, immersed in it. I was like a starving puppy on a teat. A rabid vampire on its first victim.
I was so enthralled I barely noticed when Dialle grabbed my arms and yanked me from his throat. “What have you done?”
I looked at him through dazed eyes and felt a smile building from deep within my chest. I swiped a lazy tongue across my lips. There was no blood there. I hadn’t pulled blood from Dialle. I’d pulled power.
Pure, ancient, incredible power. And I could feel it pulsing in every cell of my body.
Dialle reached up and touched the spot where I’d been. His skin still glistened with saliva.
And beneath the sheen of moisture I could see, a perfect daemon hickey, darkening as it settled inexorably into his soul.
“We match,” I told him dreamily.
“Hades, Astra! You can’t mark me!”
“Why not?”
“It just…well… It isn’t done.”
I couldn’t hold it back any longer. The smile that had been wrestling to escape broke finally across my face. “I guess the rules have changed, Dialle.”
He shook his head and stood up to pace the room. “You shouldn’t even be able to do this. I don’t know how you did.”
The smile widened. He was in good company. Mostly I didn’t know how I did stuff either. “What’s the big deal?”
He stopped, turning to me with a look of disbelief on his handsome face. “I’ll be a laughingstock, Astra. A man who’s been marked by his woman. It’s unheard of. It just isn’t right. It—it—”
“It sucks to be you?”
Dialle’s roar shook the walls of his court, causing dust to rain down on our heads and sending speculation running through the court like tiny destructive fissures in a rock wall.
Whatever would he do now?
About the Author
Award-winning author Sam Cheever mixes in a little fun, a little magic and a little real-life spice to create her sexy fantasy characters. Sam’s fun-loving creations fight their way through a dizzying array of dangerous challenges without letting little things like the end of the world, angry, manipulative gods, evil dark-world denizens, or killing Furies dampen their zest for life and hot love!
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Dancin’ With the Devil 1: ‘Tween Heaven and Hell
Dancin’ With the Devil 2: ‘Tween a Devil and His Hard Place
Dancin’ With the Devil 3: ‘Tween Heart’s Fire and Devil’s Delight
Dancin’ With the Devil 4: ‘Tween Hopeful and Hopeless
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