"Because I never lie."
She stared at him for long moments, until he grated, "I've waited fifteen hundred years for this. Don't make me suffer any longer."
With a hard swallow, she pressed the broad head to her entrance.
"Take more." The rumble of his voice had turned to a husky rasp. "Now!" His sweat-slicked muscles bulged, his features turning sharper.
She shivered, then worked more of his shaft into her. "You're ... too big." It was uncomfortable, stretching her.
"Then I want you even wetter. Arch up to me."
"Yes!" She did. With heavy lidded eyes, she watched him blushing his lips all around her ni**les. "Rydstrom, suckle me."
At her words, he shuddered. "This will be over . . . before it begins." Finally he dragged his tongue over one of her straining peaks. When his lips greedily latched onto it to suck it hard, she cradled his head, holding him to her as she moaned in bliss.
Her free hand dipped down to finger her clitoris, and soon the fullness inside her started to feel necessary, even essential-as if she'd die without it. She was get­ting so close....
He released her nipple. "Deeper, tassia." He tried to thrust, but she scrambled back. "No! Take more of my cock." He wasn't even halfway inside her.
She noticed the injured muscles in his torso were twitching. He wasn't yet strong enough to lean forward without his hands, couldn't force his hips forward. He couldn't take her as he obviously needed to.
"I'm . . . trying," she said. "I'm too small for you, demon."
"Roll your hips up."
"You're too big. Just give me a second like this." As they were, she was on the verge of coming. "Another second-"
"I can't." He stilled, his brows drawing together. "Los­ing control." He began to pull back.
"But I'm close!"
"Don't want to hurt you-"
She sank her fingernails into his ass.
He roared with pleasure, his back bowing with it. "Don't do ... that! Not that."
So she did it harder. It was like spurring him, like lashing a beast with a whip. He began to go fully demonic, his skin darkening, sheening in the firelight. The sight of him in this state unnerved her-and aroused her. Even more.
Gods, she wanted to lick every inch of his beautiful skin. The tone of his voice was different, his bearing changed. His upper and lower fangs had grown, and his gaze was riveted on the spot where her neck met her shoulder.
A demon wanted to bite her, to place his claim on her for eternity. And still she was about to go over the edge with this male... .
Between panting breaths, Sabine cried, "Oh! I'm going ... to cornel" Flames erupted as she arched her back, her ni**les jutting.
And then he felt the unmistakable clenching of her sheath. Her body was squeezing the head of his c**k like a little fist. "Sabine!" He was about to ejaculate inside her. At last. He felt a savage thrill at the thought of spilling his seed into his woman, the seed he could finally give her. "Need to .. . mark you." So long I've wanted her.
"You're turning even more?" she said, alarm in her eyes.
"Lean up-"
"No! Demon, don't do this. I'll fight you if you mark me!"
"No?" he snarled. She'd told him no?. He could scarcely hear her-too far gone. "Then you'll take more of me!"
Chapter 9
After days of torment, that building pressure was about to be released.
His demon strength soared through him. Need deeper inside her. Shoot my seed so deep. He leaned his forehead on the cold headboard, finally balancing himself to thrust. Positioned like this, his hips shot forward uncon­trollably, forcing his shaft up inside her.
So tight.. Too tight? He thought she'd cried out as she writhed, pinned on his length. But all he could hear was his heartbeat thundering in his ears. Was she trying to shove him away? Screaming for him to stop?
Virgin.
The thought vanished when the pressure in his shaft became pain. She dug her nails into his shoulders-and he loved it.
He gave a brutal yell as his come shot from his c**k for the first time.
The heat, the force. "Ah, gods, Sabine!" At the feel of that first hot jet pumping into her, his eyes rolled back in his head.
He mindlessly thrust, spending until he was emptied, until the ache receded at last. When he opened his eyes, her head was whipping toward his nose. Crack.
"What the hell?" he roared.
"I waited five hundred years for that?" As she squirmed from beneath him, her illusion briefly wavered before the mask was back in place.
Her eyes were watering.
Inhaling deep breaths for control, he said, "You were ... a virgin?" Damn it, he'd warned her about going demonic, because he'd known he might hurt an experienced woman-but this ... "I never wanted to hurt you, Sabine. Why did you let me believe you were experienced when you were pure?"
Whatever he said was the exact wrong thing. "I am experienced, and I am not pure!" As she cloaked herself in invisibility, he felt the biting slap of her palm across his face. He'd hurt her, and his fierce sorceress had hurt him back.
Once she'd gone, he stared down at his still semihard shaft, wincing at the blood and seed. Undeniable signs of her pain, and his pleasure-which had been stronger than he'd ever dreamed it could be.
But the guilt for hurting her wouldn't recede.
Neither would the knowledge that the vow he'd given her was for revenge.
19
That good?" Lanthe asked when she found Sabine sitting on the side of her bed in a bathrobe, with her head in her hands. Though the fire was stoked, she
was shivering.
"Why did I even expect anything different? He was awful. If I had to decide right now, I'd say I never want to do that again."
"It's only because he's a big demon, and it was your
first time."
"Maybe demons and Sorceri truly don't belong together. Maybe their kind is just too strong for us."
"He probably just lost control of himself during his first claiming of you. I mean, you had been building up some serious steam, and-"
"He ended up blowing in a big way. Lanthe, he wanted to mark me with his huge fangs." And when she'd told him no, he'd shoved inside her with all the strength in his body. She shuddered. "You should have seen the way he looked. He's truly a demon!"
"I can't believe you had bad sex, and now I'll have no sex. For three hundred and sixty-four more days. That'll teach me to wager against you."
Sabine didn't crack a smile. With a sigh, Lanthe sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Look, I think maybe we've been hurt so often that even if someone harms us accidentally, we're blind to see it that way."