Dance With the Devil

How she loved the feel of him there. The feel of his hips thrusting against hers.

 

She brought her hands around to the front of him and slid them between their bodies. His hairs gently scraped her skin as she encircled his wet shaft with her hands so that she could feel him sliding in and out of her.

 

Zarek held his breath as she touched him while he rode her. Oh, the sweetness of her hands on him…

 

 

 

Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) He kissed her as she explored where they were joined, and when she gently squeezed his sac he growled as he came dangerously close to orgasm.

 

"Easy, princess," he breathed, pulling her hands away from him. "I don't want to come yet. I want to feel you for a little while longer."

 

Astrid smiled at his hoarse words. He held her arms above her head and dipped his head down to gently nip her breast.

 

How she loved this man.

 

Faults and irritability and all.

 

"I'm all yours, baby," she whispered. "Take your time."

 

And he did. He kissed every inch of her he could reach while still inside her.

 

The effect of every tender caress was heightened because she knew the rarity of the gesture. This wasn't a man who cuddled up to just anyone. He didn't go willingly to any woman who smiled at him.

 

He was her fox who only left his den when he heardher footsteps.

 

She alone had tamed him.

 

He would never belong to anyone the way he did to her.

 

Astrid came again calling out his name.

 

Zarek quickened his strokes and joined her in bliss, his head spinning.

 

He lay on top of her panting and weak, listening to her heart pound against his chest.

 

There was no place he'd rather be than with her, letting the smell of her sweet, sweaty skin lull and soothe him.

 

 

 

He'd never been so warm. So sated.

 

So happy.

 

All he wanted was to lie here naked with her and forget all about the rest of the world.

 

Unfortunately, it was the one thing he couldn't do.

 

Kissing her gently, he pulled back. "We should get dressed. I don't know if Thanatos will come here, but my money says he will.

 

"

 

 

 

She nodded.

 

 

 

Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) Zarek hesitated as he saw the blood on her thighs from where he had breached her hymen.

 

 

 

Clenching his teeth, he turned away, ashamed of the fact that he had taken her on the floor like an animal after all. She didn't deserve this.

 

 

 

She didn't deserve him.

 

 

 

What had he done?

 

 

 

He had ruined her.

 

 

 

She sat up and touched his shoulder. The sensation of it tore through him. It was familiar.

 

 

 

It was sublime.

 

 

 

Why then did it make his stomach ache?

 

 

 

"Zarek? Is something wrong?

 

"

 

 

 

"No," he lied, unable to tell her what he thought. She should never have lain with something like him. He was so far beneath her that he didn't deserve her kindness.

 

 

 

He deserved nothing.

 

 

 

And yet she reached out and touched him. It didn't make sense to him.

 

 

 

She leaned her cheek against his back and encircled his waist with her arm. He could barely breathe as she ran her hand over his chest in a comforting gesture.

 

 

 

"I have no regrets, Zarek. I hope you feel the same way.

 

"

 

 

 

He leaned back against her and tried not to let his aching heart overshadow what they had shared.

 

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"How could I regret the best night of my life?" He laughed bitterly as he remembered everything that had happened since Jess had shaken him awake. "Well, except for the Terminator who's after us and the goddess who wants me dead and—"

 

 

 

"I get the picture," she said with a laugh. She nuzzled his neck, sending chills over him. "It does seem hopeless, doesn't it?"

 

He thought about that. " 'Hopeless' implies that at one time there was hope. And that's another word I don't understand. Hope only exists for people who have choices."

 

"And you don't?"

 

He toyed with a strand of her blond hair. "I'm a slave, Astrid. I've never known hope. I just do what I'm told."

 

"Yet you never have."

 

That wasn't exactly true. As a human, he had never dared open his mouth to protest anything. He had taken beating after beating, degradation after degradation, and done nothing.

 

It was only as a Dark-Hunter that he had learned to fight.

 

"Do you think Sasha's okay?"

 

Her sudden change of topic surprised him. "I do. Jess is a whiz with animals. Even Katagaria."

 

She chuckled at that. "Why, Zarek, I do believe you are learning to comfort someone after all. I half-expected you to say you were hoping he'd be lying dead in a ditch somewhere."

 

He looked down at her small hand on his skin, resting just above his heart. It was true. She was taming him.

 

Changing him.

 

And it scared him more than the monster that was out to kill them.

 

Thanatos he could deal with, but these emotions…

 

He was helpless before her.

 

"Yeah, well, with any luck he'll be beyond all help."

 

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