Dance With the Devil

Her heart pounded at the feeling of his jaw flexing under her hands.

 

In her dreams his touch had been incredible, but in reality it was far more intense.

 

 

 

Far more satisfying.

 

Her head swirled as her heart raced. Unbridled ecstasy danced through her and left her calling his name as she pressed herself closer to his lips.

 

 

 

And when she came, she screamed out, holding his head to her while her body disintegrated into a

 

thousand sparks of pleasure.

 

Still he licked and teased her until she was whimpering from the bliss.

 

Zarek pulled back to see her panting on his floor. The top part of her was covered by his furs and blankets, but her lower half was bare, glistening in the low light of the lantern from the combination of her

 

juices and him.

 

Her face was flushed, her eyes bright.

 

 

 

He'd never had a woman in his place before. Most especially not a naked one.

 

He pulled his covers away from her. She gasped as they scraped against her swollen, sensitive breasts.

 

Zarek moved away from her only long enough to remove his clothes.

 

 

 

She reached out for him as he laid his body down over hers and let her heat warm him.

 

Zarek growled as her hard nipples rubbed against his chest. The tip of his shaft pressed against the damp hairs between her legs.

 

Astrid covered them with the blankets again and cradled him with her body.

 

Gods, how good she felt under him like this. Face to face. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands stroking his naked back.

 

He lowered his head and kissed her, probing her mouth with his tongue.

 

But it wasn't her mouth he wanted to penetrate…

 

He trailed his hand down her arm until he could lace his fingers with hers. Holding her hand above their

 

 

 

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Astrid swallowed as she felt Zarek shift his weight, bringing his entire lush, rippling male body flush with hers.

 

He pressed the tip of his shaft against her core. She arched her back, waiting for him to fill her.

 

He deepened his kiss and, with one thrust, slid himself deep inside.

 

Astrid cringed and whimpered at the sudden pain that overrode her pleasure.

 

Zarek pulled out immediately. "Oh, God, Astrid, did I hurt you? I'm sorry. I didn't know it was going to hurt.

 

"

 

His contrition was so immediate and heartfelt that it stunned her more than the pain had.

 

 

 

Apologies and Zarek were two things that went together like porcupines and balloons.

 

Obviously, he didn't know what she did.

 

"It's okay," she said, kissing him until he relaxed. "It's supposed to hurt the first time.

 

"

 

"It didn't hurt the first time I did it. Believe me.

 

"

 

She laughed at that. "It's a woman thing, Prince Charming. It's okay, really.

 

"

 

She reached down his body and found him still hard and throbbing. He groaned deep in his throat as she stroked him.

 

 

 

Biting her lip, she guided him back toward her.

 

 

 

He tensed, refusing to let her carry him home. "I don't want to hurt you.

 

"

 

 

 

Joy filled her. "You won't, Zarek. I want you inside me.

 

"

 

 

 

He hesitated a few minutes more before he slowly slid himself into her again.

 

 

 

They both moaned.

 

 

 

Astrid arched her back at the incredible feel of him deep and hard inside her. He was so full. So

 

 

 

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She ran her hands up and over his muscular back and shoulders.

 

 

 

The only thing more perfect would be to be able to look into his eyes as he loved her. That was the only part she missed from having him in her dreams. Even though the sensation of him was so much richer now, she wished she could watch him again.

 

 

 

Moaning her name, he buried his lips against her throat, scraping her skin with his fangs as he rode her slowly, forcefully.

 

Zarek's heart raced as he savored the warm, wet feel of her. He allowed the softness of her body to soothe him.

 

There was heaven in her touch. Heaven in the sound of his name on her lips.

 

Not once had he dreamed that taking a woman like this could feel the way she did.

 

She cupped his face in her hands.

 

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

 

"I want to see you."

 

He placed his hand over hers and then turned his face so that he could kiss her open palm.

 

 

 

Astrid melted at the tenderness of his actions as he moved slow and hard against her. His whiskers pricked at her hands, but his lips were soft, gentle.

 

He was like a tamed panther. One that was still wild at heart but that might come up and nuzzle your hand so long as you took care of him and didn't move too fast.

 

He leaned forward over her and buried his lips against her neck. She shivered as she ran her hands over his strong back, down to his hips.

 

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