Page 22 of Midnight with the Devil

“Stop? Does it hurt?” He arched a brow as he glanced up at her face. Her breasts rose and fell with rapid breaths.

“Too…good,” she confessed brokenly.

He laughed and bent his head again. He’d always been very good at killing people with pleasure. Not that he would kill Diana, but he would let her get close enough to taste the darkness, taste the end of life as she knew it. That would heighten her orgasm so powerfully that she would melt beneath him.

He shifted so he could play with her while boldly swiping his tongue over her clit. Sliding two fingers into her, he curled them, finding a slightly rough patch on her inner walls deep inside her. The hidden G spot. Her hips bucked, and he pressed down on her stomach, pinning her to the bed. Then he fucked her with his fingers in earnest.

“Take it, baby, take it all and like it,” he growled before sucking hard on her clit again.

Her body went taut, and he felt her inner walls clamp down around him as she cried out in shock and pleasure. The fire rolled through her body and into his. He stifled a groan of his own. One of the perks of being an angel, even a fallen one, was feeling the emotions and sensations of humans around them. And right now he could feel every pulse, every throb, and every quiver as she came down from the exquisite high of her climax.

He pulled his fingers free from her, licking them clean before he crawled up her body. He settled his hips between her thighs, uncaring that her wet center rubbed against his trousers. He grasped her wrists with one hand, holding her captive as he pressed her down more deeply into the mattress. Then he brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek. He looked at her, held her gaze with his, fascinated by the glints of color in her gray eyes. Fear—not of him, but what she’d experienced—shadowed her heavy-lidded, sated gaze.

“You should never fear the pleasure I give you.”

She blinked and tried to turn her face away, but he didn’t let her.

“Don’t fight me,embraceme.”Embrace the darkness. He lowered his head to hers. He kissed her slowly at first, teasing her mouth before he let go of his control. He devoured her will to resist, consuming her with his violent need to dominate. Her body writhed beneath his as he rocked his hips, rubbing his pelvis against hers over and over. The need to fuck her almost overpowered him, but he clung to his sanity…barely.

His lips moved savagely over hers. The more he demanded, the more she gave, and then his mind filled with bright piercing light like a shaft of sunlight breaking into the darkness of a cave. Diana’s mind flooded with images, with memories, and he was helpless to stop it.

Cool water danced up to her toes, and she squealed in delight, running through the wet sand as waves rolled in.

He couldn’t stop it as the images changed again.Flames on a set of five candles flickered, and wax dripped down the colorful sides as voices sang “Happy Birthday” all around her. She dipped her tiny little finger into the icing nearest her, giggling.

He could taste her, taste the cake, feel the sea, and he shivered, trying to pull free, but she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding his body down on top of hers.

Her kisses were dangerous. There was too much joy, too much happiness. It reminded him of his grace and heaven. He wasn’t supposed to feel this. Pleasure and pain, yes. But not everything in between. Lucien tore his mouth from hers, gasping. She relaxed beneath him, her lashes fanning over her cheeks as she closed her eyes.

“Diana?” he murmured.

“Hmm?” She sounded drowsy, and he had no desire to wake her. He slid off her body and walked to the bathroom, wetting a towel in the sink. Then he returned to his bed and opened her legs, cleaning her between her thighs. Then he freed her wrists from the chain and the tie, tossing them to the floor. Diana moved, rolled onto her side, burying her face into the pillow. A soft sigh escaped her, and in moments she was asleep.

Lucien stared at her, stunned. No woman had ever fallen asleep on him.Ever. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. After a long moment, he retrieved a red velvet throw and covered her with it, tucking it up to her chin. Then he walked to his liquor cabinet and poured a glass of Speyside scotch. He downed the glass and refilled it before he returned to his bed and leaned against one of the posts at the foot, nursing his drink while studying Diana as she slept. His new pet had surprised him in more ways than he expected. He scrubbed a hand over his jaw, still able to taste the blue icing on the cake from her memories. As an angel, he had a limited set of senses. He could taste, smell, feel everything a human could, but it was rather faded, like an old photograph left too long in the sun. When he kissed Diana, the tastes, smells, and sensations had exploded through him with brilliant clarity.

It frightened him—because it shouldn’t be possible.

“What did you do to me?” he asked, but the little mortal didn’t answer. She slept so deeply, not even the devil could claim her thoughts.

He would let her sleep until dawn. Next time she wouldn’t have it so easy. One orgasm was not enough, not enough forhim.

Next time, I will take what I want.

Sunlight coloredthe backs of Diana’s eyelids with gold. She stirred, blinking slowly as the world around her came into focus. She lay in a massive king-size bed, and red gauzy drapes shimmered in the light coming in from the window. She rolled onto her back and winced as pain twinged her wrists. She lifted one arm up and grimaced at the sight of the slight purple bruising around them. As she moved her legs, she felt velvet on her bare skin.

“What the…” She lifted the blanket and blinked in shock as she saw she wore only a bra and nothing else.

Last night flooded back to her, and she jerked the blanket up to her chin, expecting Lucien to jump out at her from the shadows. After a moment of fearful glances, she realized she was alone. Diana sat up and peered over the side of the bed. Her dress, shoes, and panties were lying on the floor in a heap. Using the red velvet throw as a toga, she slipped out of bed and retrieved her clothes from her overnight bag by the bed, clutching them to her chest, and then she searched the room until she found the bathroom. She locked herself in while she dressed. Bitter shame weighed her down as she put on her jeans and a shirt. Last night she’d felt sexy and terrified.

Now she felt regret. She’d let the devil touch her, play with her, and then she’d come apart beneath him as he kissed her. And it was only going to get worse. He was going to take her fully next time. She’d tasted the promise of it in his kiss.

Yet despite it all, she’d fallen asleep on him. What had he done while she slept? She had no idea, but he’d covered her with a blanket. That was thoughtful for the devil. Diana stared at her flushed face in the mirror, remembering the feel of him between her thighs, licking, sucking, and then penetrating her with those long, elegant fingers. He’d found some dark hidden spot inside her that sent violent shockwaves of pleasure through her.

And his kiss, those hot, sensual lips on hers… It had been unlike anything she’d ever experienced. When she’d kissed him, she felt like she was falling into darkness, like she couldn’t breathe, but she didn’tneedto breathe. Some part of her head screamed that she was dying right there in his arms, but she couldn’t have stopped him even if she’d wanted to. She’d been too far gone, swept away to dark horizons by the power of her orgasm and the magnetic pull of his body against hers.

Diana picked up a crystal glass by the sink and filled it with water.

She drank it all, her thirst unquenchable for several seconds. When she set the glass back down, she jumped at the sight of a crisp folded piece of paper. It had not been there a minute ago when she’d picked up the glass. The paper was thick, creamy, and expensive. She opened it up. A message had been scrawled in black ink.

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