Her Demon Prince (Forbidden Fantasy) (13 page)

"I've made
you angry."

"Your
conciliatory tone is making me suspicious," she said.

“I think I need
to get some heat on my shoulders. In my time, a slave poured a jug of hot water
over her master." He stretched his huge body and the muscles in his
shoulders and arms flexed and bunched.

"Don't even
go there."

"Care to
join me in the shower? Heat is good for relaxation. You seem to have developed
quite a temper in this century.” He gave her that devastating smile and began
opening and closing the fingers on the hand of his wounded arm, as if testing
its strength.

"I've just
had one." Phoebe steeled herself not to look at the superb, naked man
standing in front of her, or at his huge cock, but she failed miserably. A
surge of lust consumed her, so that her nipples formed tight rosebuds under her
bra. She wanted him to touch her. She was so wet she could push him back on the
bed, slide right on top of him and take in every inch. Why couldn’t she stop
thinking about having sex with him? It was like he had an erotic power over
her.

He walked over
to her and put his arm around her. “Don't fight what we have.
You were torn from me by Galaden
. I will not let that happen
again while I live. This is our chance to be together for your lifetime.”

“Even if we were
lovers in the past, it can’t be for now.”

He frowned as
the force of her words hit him. "I've waited three thousand years for you.
I couldn’t take my eyes off you when I first saw you. I still can’t."

"I don't
want to fall in love with you," she said. "It’s hopeless. It can’t
lead anywhere.”

“Why not?” he
asked, his light mood vanishing in a flash, his tone a growl. He rolled his
shoulder and flexed his wounded arm, shaking the hand up and down. If it gave
him pain, he didn't show it.

She straightened
her back. “Because it doesn’t matter how attracted I am to you right now. I’ve
thought a lot about what I want out of life. I want marriage and babies and you
can’t give that to me.”

His eyes
narrowed and flared. “I vow to give you everything you want.”

“How can we
raise children together? What kind of a man walks around with body armor and a
weapon?”

“The kind that would
protect you. You are mine,” Agrat said. He reached around, caught her by the
waist and pulled her into him. He leaned over and kissed her hard.

Phoebe twisted
away from his seeking lips. “Stop it.” Her hands pushed at his bare chest, a
chest that was sheer rock-hard muscle, but her efforts were futile. She stopped
and stared up into his eyes trying to ignore the arousal that pulsed between
her legs. “I don’t want you.”

“Prove it,” he
challenged her. He fisted her hair and brought his mouth down on hers again.

Agrat's look of
possession set Phoebe’s heart thudding. He took both of her hands by the wrist,
forced her hands behind her and pinioned her wrists. With the other hand, he
pulled down the straps of her bra exposing her breasts.

He leaned
downwards and licked her bare nipples.

Phoebe squirmed,
trying to suppress a moan of desire. Her nipples were over-sensitized, every
part of her body ached for him, and yet, she shouldn't let this go further. She
struggled, trying to quell her desire, but Agrat’s hot, questing tongue aroused
her until she could barely think.

“Stop fighting
me, Phoebe,” he said. “I want to make love to you. I won’t be able to think
straight until I do. You are everything to me.”

He moved one
hand down and slid it under her panties.

“Oh…no…don’t.”
Her words emerged as a whimper. Even as she said them, Phoebe knew she didn’t
mean it. The wanting him, the not wanting him, was one of the hottest
experiences she’d ever had.

Agrat moved his
fingers up and down. His eyelids became heavy, his grip on her wrists softened
as he kissed a pathway from her breasts to her throat. “Come on, Phoebe,” he
said with a coaxing voice. “I want to taste you.”

Little delicate
shivers of delight surged through her until she rocked her hips to the rhythm
of his fingers, trapped in her helpless arousal.

When he nipped
at her throat, titillating her with pain and pleasure, she raised her hips
desperate for release, but Agrat’s fingers hovered just over her clitoris,
teasing and tormenting her.

“I need…”

“I know what you
need. Tell me you want me,” he ordered.

Hot tears formed
at the edges of Phoebe’s eyes. She craved him from the depth of her raw soul,
and every time she was with him she seemed to want him more. “I want you, damn
you.”

He pulled off
her panties, took his cock in his hand and rubbed it over the tip of her
clitoris.

When the heat of
it touched her she thought she was going to die and come back from heaven.”

“You need me.”

Phoebe tilted
her hips forward and he rubbed his cock around the base of her sex to lubricate
the head and slid it over her clitoris again. He tapped the head of his cock on
her clitoris in a pulsing motion.

Phoebe groaned
with pleasure. Already, little orgasmic tremors started building inside her.

He swept her
into his arms, threw her on the bed, moved himself between her legs and skillfully
licked her clitoris.

The change from
his cock to his tongue had her writhing. Close to the edge, Phoebe spread her
legs and clenched her muscles to give him access. She could feel her orgasm
building, and so perhaps could Agrat, because he thrust his tongue inside of
her before vibrating it over the tip of her clitoris. Phoebe came with a climax
so intense that she screamed. Her body oscillated to the tune of his tongue. He
pressed down on her thighs, keeping her exposed to his tongue and sucked on her
until wave upon wave took her, finally leaving her spent.

Agrat’s face was
wet with her juices.

He grinned
roguishly but his eyes had the hungry look of a male full of raw, hot lust.

Wordless, she
pulled him to her so that he balanced on his elbows, leaning over her. With
expert control the thick knob of his cock pressed at her entrance. Slowly, he
eased himself into her.

Phoebe trembled.

Breath
still coming hot and hard
from her multiple orgasms, she couldn’t speak but she opened her legs wide. She
could feel his cock throbbing, stretching to accommodate him before he started
to move his hips.

Phoebe gave
herself over to the pleasure of him. She didn’t expect the next series of
climaxes until they hit her. She wound her legs around his back, hanging on as
each orgasm built on the last.

Agrat stared
down at her, his gaze hot as he sank his massive length into her. He kissed her
though she was fighting to regain her breath. She could smell her juices on his
face and the scent served only to enhance her arousal.

He was so big
that Phoebe knew she couldn’t have taken this invasion, if she hadn’t been so
turned on. Helpless, she writhed and groaned calling out his name as another
orgasm crashed through her.

Agrat growled as
he climaxed and his eyes glowed, but Phoebe was too sated to be alarmed.
Slowly, he eased himself off her, but pulled her close so that they lay
connected body to body,
skin to skin
.

Satisfied,
Phoebe didn’t know how long she lay in his arms, savoring the sheer pleasure of
being there and the feel of him holding her.

She snuggled in
close and studied his face. In repose, with his eyes closed, his face had
softened and lost some of its angular hardness. This was not a demon. Reaching
out, she stroked his cheek, feeling the texture of his skin change when she
touched his bristles. He smelled like musky male sex.

Phoebe realized
that she could easily get used to being close to him, but instinct told her she
should get the hell out of there at the first opportunity; even so, she closed
her eyes.

Agrat shifted
and stretched, swung his legs off the bed and walked into the bathroom.

Phoebe pulled
the comforter over herself, watching him under hooded eyelids, enjoying the
sway of his shoulders and the way his muscles rippled as he moved.

"My first
shower," he said.

"Wait!"
Phoebe sat. "Take the bandage off."

Agrat unraveled
it and flung it on the floor. He raised his arm for her to see.

Phoebe gasped.
"It's completely healed."

He twisted the
hand, checking the wrist movement as he did so. "I am not at my strongest.
Tonight, I will pray to my liege, the Lord of Lightning to bless me with his
power."

Phoebe winced at
the thought. "Is that dangerous?"

"This is
war, my love. I must recharge fast and take off Galaden's head while he's still
weak. If Galaden is of the mind to do so, he can suck the
life-force
from New Yorkers until they drop on the streets like locusts. In my time, I
thought the plague had struck my people, but I believe it was Galaden preparing
himself to challenge me for the throne."

"People
here will think it's a new virus sweeping the city."

"Exactly.
Do not be fooled by his boyish appearance. Galaden is ruthless like his mother.
He will strike you down to fulfill the curse. He knows the grief of losing you
will destroy me," he added, his tone stern, before he stepped in the
shower.

Phoebe
swallowed. No man had ever loved her like Agrat did. It took her breath away.
It just all seemed so crazy.
Too intense.
And yet, she
could get used to this.

Agrat's face
appeared around the doorway, his hand holding the bar of soap. "This
shower is soothing. The cop was right, but I need a slave-girl to wash my
back."

"I can't
believe you had slaves. We pay people for their work in this time." She
strolled toward him, took the soap from his proffered hand, stepped into the
shower and began washing his back. The width of his shoulders, the ridged
muscles down his back and the way his hips narrowed was breathtaking.

"Do you
wish to be paid? I have wealth beyond measure. I know where my father's
treasure lies hidden. I can grant you any fee you wish."

"You don't
pay a woman for sex."

"The cop
does it regularly."

She slapped his
butt playfully and shook her head. "Ugh! He would. Don't you dare offer me
payment for sex.
"

"Is that
what this is?"

He turned and
loomed over her in the small space of the shower and when she looked up at him,
she realized she no longer feared him. He would never hurt her. Instead of the
watchful wariness, his face held a hopeful
expression which
was totally male. His body filled the shower cubicle sending her blood pressure
up to boiling. Looking down, she could see she wasn't the only one affected by
their closeness. She soaped over his chest grazing her thumbs over his flat
nipples, before moving down his defined stomach.

She took his penis
in her
hand,
enjoying the way it jerked upwards and
thickened the moment she touched it. Rubbing her hands on the soap, she put it
aside and savored the sensation of sliding her hands up and around his cock.

A sharp hiss
left the prince's lips.

Encouraged, she
cupped his ball sack, enjoying the weight of it in her hands. He was the most
perfectly formed man she had ever seen and he was hers. With that thought she
bent and took the head of his rod in her mouth.

Agrat gasped and
grabbed her hair. "I don't expect that."

"Has no
woman done this to you before?" It seemed ludicrous to ask him, but there
was something about the expression on his face that told her to stop. Even so,
she let her tongue snake out, the tip of it licking the underside of his penis.

"Even the
experienced courtesans feared me."

"Well I
don't."

"I did not
prolong the experience. It gave me no happiness to use a woman even if I paid
her well."

"
They
aren't
me
. I loved everything
you did to me and I want to take you this way."

He leaned
forward and cupped her cheeks in his big hands. Water from the shower splashed
her face. "In passion, I'm told my eyes glow. It has never been my
intention to terrorize women, but I saw the fear in the eyes of the females who
attended me." He shook his head and averted his gaze.

"Trust me.
I'm going to enjoy this." She tested the weight and feel of his cock,
savoring its hardness as she clenched her stomach muscles. She’d come earlier
and while it had seemed to clear her thoughts of lovemaking for a little while,
she still wasn’t satisfied. Weighing his balls in her hand, she stroked her
thumb over his sac. There was something about this man that made her want more
of him than she'd ever wanted from a man.

Agrat’s eyes
widened.