His fingers were cold as they stroked her intimately, but they warmed quickly, almost as if she was transferring her heat to him. He growled again and tore at his breeches before pulling her to him with hard hands.
Isobel’s lips parted and she threw back her head as he roughly brought them together. A sound escaped her, a cross between a moan and a whimper as his shaft worked all the way inside her tight wet channel.
The shade inside Matteo liked the noise she made. It purred in approval and withdrew before pumping back into her forcefully.
It’s okay, he’s warm, he’s warm, she repeated to herself, even though she knew it wasn’t true.
Putting her hands on his shoulders, she held on as he rocked into her body. His hands held her tight against him while he took her mouth hungrily, his tongue mimicking the movements and rhythm of his shaft as he penetrated her again and again.
Around her, the room spun. It felt as if her will was being torn from its moorings as her husband’s large and hard cock plundered and consumed with an intensity not his own. She wouldn’t think about her body’s soft and eager acceptance just now. The shame would come later.
The sudden burning orgasm that coursed through her overwhelmed her senses, making her blind and deaf as her body went rigid, convulsing in his arms...which was why she didn’t hear the door open.
A sharp exhalation escaped her as male laughter penetrated her lethargy. At least two men had entered the room. For the moment they were shielded by the deeper shadows at the back of the room, but the men were moving closer. If they lit a taper she and Matteo would be seen.
With trembling hands, she clutched at him, but it was as if he didn’t hear them. He didn’t stop making love to her, continuing to move in and out her body with determined thrusts. She tugged on his hair, trying to signal him to stop as the men moved closer, but he was insensible.
A startling pulse of pleasure streaked through her as the men stepped into view, laughing as one handed the other a cigar. Despite having just climaxed, her body tightened hungrily around Matteo’s thick member as he relentlessly claimed her warm wet sheath.
Heart in her throat, she put both her hands on Matteo’s mouth, holding her breath when one spoke to the other.
“We better smoke these outside, or I’ll never hear the end of it from my wife,” the man said.
It was their host, Lord Southmont.
The other man said something she didn’t catch while Southmont opened the door. Tense in Matteo’s arms, she belatedly noticed he had stopped moving too. Frozen together in their intimate embrace they stayed silent in the shadows just a few feet away from discovery.
The men, distracted by their own conversation, went out with their cigars and disappeared into the garden.
Isobel let out a shaky breath, her body slumping against Matteo in exhausted relief. But he was still hard inside her...and he wasn’t finished.
He put his hands on either side of her face and took her mouth again before slipping out of her. Languorous in his hold, she barely registered when he hauled her off the cabinet and turned her away from him.
For a moment his hands moved over her, stroking her bared breasts and down to the heated core under her skirts while he drew on her neck with his lips. Enervated by his touch she leaned against him until his hand forced her head down, bending her over the cabinet.
Startled, she clung to the polished wood surface as the head of him circled her heated entrance. One of his feet nudged her legs farther apart and then he was inside, so large he was almost too much for her. Stroking fast, he drove deeply into her, making her cry out. She pressed her cheek against the cabinet’s surface, trying to hold on as her body moved helplessly underneath him. But he wasn’t satisfied with her just holding on. He took hold of her breasts and pinched the tips until she bucked and cried out, blinded by another climax.
A few moments more and a shudder passed through him, his breath ragged and low when he whispered. “I love you, Isabella.”
She shuddered too...because it wasn’t Matteo speaking to her. It was the demon.
Chapter 22
If the cursed has moments of lucidity, moments when he or she goes about their business, their normal life and work, then the possibility of purging the taint remains. If the cursed is overwhelmed by the demon spirit inside them for all or most of the day, then the cursed should be relieved of their burden.