Sex and Trouble (8 page)

Seducing Mari wouldn’t be easy, but deep down he knew it would be worth it. The pleasure they could share would be phenomenal…and he could finally, finally go home again. Then he would take steps to ensure that no member of his family was ever enslaved in this realm again.

The widening of her eyes at his kiss caused him to come back for more. Mari slid her hands up his arms to clasp them at the back of his neck. Ros moved his own arms around her, tugging her against his body and kissing her again. She didn’t seem to have any objections to this, not pulling away from him. He trailed his hands from her shoulders to her hips, then reaching down farther, he cupped her ass, bringing her against his still-raging erection. Mari gasped against his mouth, allowing his tongue inside that warm cavern, then dueling her own tongue against his.

This time it was Ros who broke the kiss. Passion-glazed eyes met his ravenous ones.

“Mari, please let me bring you pleasure.”

“Ros, I can’t. I mean, you can’t…bring me pleasure. Remember? Popsicle Queen?”

She stumbled over the words. Ros added her exes to his list of people he needed to rip apart for hurting her in any way. He bent his head to hers.

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“Mari-girl, let me be the judge of that. Remember, I’m your very own Hedonae. I’m made for this.”

Maybe it was her need to erase the memory of her dinner with LaPierre. Maybe she felt as he did. Whatever it was that made her give a nod as she drew his head back down, Rosier gave thanks for it. He wanted her desperately.

Wrapping her in his arms, he gave her a sharp nip on the neck. “Hold on tight. I’m taking you to your room.”

When he felt her arms snug against his neck, he summoned air to relocate them both. Her gasp as she realized she was now in her room gave him a very male sense of satisfaction. Loosening her arms, he traced her sleeves, wishing the blouse was gone.

Mari took a step back from him with a deep shuddering breath. For a moment that seemed to hang in time forever, Ros wondered if she was going to back out. He didn’t even realize he’d been holding his own breath until he released it in one great gust as she began to unbutton her blouse.

“Yes, Mari-girl. I want to see your beautiful body. I’m going to kiss every inch of you. I’ll take my time. You will be screaming when I’m through with you. Oh yesss…”

The last came when her shirt slithered to the floor in a pool of pale blue silk. The bra that encased her breasts was white with lace scalloping on the edges. Ros hoped she knew how beautiful she was. Then she put her hands on her waistband.

“I’m not sure, Ros.”

Her voice wavered just a bit. Something deep inside him began to uncoil. This woman was unsure of herself. It was his job to show her how strong passion could be.

His kind took their professions very seriously. He reached out a hand to close the distance between them.

“I’ll help you, Mari. Let me?”

Her nod was all he needed. Stepping to her, he slid his fingers just slightly under her waistband to tug her in to him. Her warm skin felt like silk beneath his hand as he 55

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skimmed her back soothingly. Kissing her, he let that hand palm her breast. He took a deep gulp of air, trying to ease the beast raging within him.

“Mari, I need this off. I need to feel your sweet breasts in my hands—in my mouth.

Will you allow me?”

Unsure as to why he even asked, Ros unhooked the bra. Her skin heated up. Mad to feel her against him, he removed his shirt as he slipped her bra off. Her jerk reminded him that she was not used to magick. Murmuring an apology, he dipped his head to take her nipple in his mouth. The moment his tongue hit that peak, his nature urged him to just take her and fuck her now.

“It’s been so long, Mari. So long.” He groaned as he let her breast fall away from his mouth. Sweeping her into his arms, he laid her on the bed then turned his attention to the other nipple.

Laving it with all the passion he thought she could stand, Ros rolled his palm around her other nipple. He contented himself, for now, with placing soft sucking kisses on her skin, on the top and sides of her breasts. When he felt her begin to undulate beneath him, he undid the waistband on her slacks. His fingers shook as he softly stroked her smooth trembling belly. Surprised by his reaction, Ros reminded himself of how long it had been since he’d had a partner for release. And now this fragile woman lay so open beneath him. Any Demonae would shake over that.

Her hips lifted, reminding him of his purpose. Sliding the slacks down, he was pleased when she pulled a leg free so he could remove them completely. Then he looked at the gift she offered. Clad only in lacy white panties, she lay there looking at him.

“If you…” Her voice broke a bit. “If you don’t want to do this, I’ll understand.”

He couldn’t help it. The laugh of disbelief he let loose earned a shy smile. She thought he didn’t want her?

“Oh Mari-girl. I want you so badly right now I ache.” He drew her hand up to his erection so she could feel the steel of his desire. “I want this. I want you.”

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He traced the line of her mons, pressing into the cleft. The fabric came back hot and wet. Dragging his finger away was hard, but the reward of tasting her sweet juices when he sucked his finger into his mouth was worth it. In the back of his mind, he heard his own growl but didn’t say the word. He couldn’t call her his. She was not Demonae.

“Like nectar of the Gods, sweet girl. I knew you would be delectable. I need more.

Mari, I have to have more.”

He gave in to his hunger then. Her underwear and the rest of his clothing disappeared leaving only hot, aching flesh to press against her fragrant silky skin.

Rubbing his cock against her cleft made him want to shout. He didn’t know what for.

Joy? Lust? Something more?

Ros reached back down to slide a finger inside her. The feel of her springy curls brushing against his skin aroused him even more. He knew he needed to hold back but he wanted to feel that wiry scrape against his shaft. She moaned as she closed her eyes, arching up into his hand.

“I’ve never…I’ve never felt this before. What are you doing to me, Ros?” Her hand grasped his wrist but didn’t pull him away. Instead she began to urge him on more.

Obligingly he slid another finger inside. Her groan of pleasure was all he needed to hear to insert a third finger. As her hips began an answering rhythm, Ros clutched the bedspread with his supporting hand. He curled his fingers slightly, pulling her juices back toward him then sliding deep inside her again.

Her walls began to tighten around his fingers. He wanted to ease his other finger in and tuck his thumb in. Sliding his whole hand in until she sucked him into her would be mind-blowing but he resisted. She was tight and fisting someone required a level of trust they didn’t have.

Would never have.
He reminded himself. This wasn’t a lifetime commitment. All he needed was three pleasurable interludes resulting in three mutual orgasms with her.

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heart. He concentrated his energy on the slick, hot wetness of her cunt. Letting his mind imagine it was his cock buried inside her was no hardship. When her pussy began to clench in earnest and her cries grew hoarse, Ros smiled. It wasn’t a mutual release but he had made the first step to finally going home. Her eyes fluttered open to look at him.

“What was that?”

Ros knelt beside her to lick his fingers like a little boy savoring honey.

“That, Mari-girl, was an orgasm. I think we can safely say that you are not frigid.

Your exes must have been incapable idiots. You are one sexy, responsive human.”

Her eyes snapped into focus. “Was that one? I mean…was it one you needed?”

A current of something almost electrical vibrated his entire being. Why did she want to know? Did she want to withhold them? Or did she actually care about his release? He phrased his answer carefully.

“Mari, that was the opening but we have to release at the same time. You came without me. So no, that was not one. However, the next time could be, if you will allow it.”

He punctuated his request with a scorching kiss as he leaned down over her. Her body reverberated with her moan of approval. When her hands came up to tangle in his hair, Ros let himself believe.

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Mari could have wept. What Rosier had done for her—to her—was nothing short of a miracle as far as she was concerned. Twenty-eight years old and she’d never ever felt anything like that soul-shattering meltdown of her inner core. For that alone, she felt like helping Ros be free was the right thing to do.

Heat seared through her as he levered his body over her. His throbbing cock pulsed an insistent urgency against her lower body. Without thought, she reached down to feel it. She knew that men liked that and, if she was honest with herself, she loved the feeling of that hardness sliding beneath velvety skin. His gasp and jerk made her feel so powerful. She might not have magick, but she had learned how to touch a man.

Mari wanted more. She rubbed him against her belly, using their bodies to create friction. The slight jerks she felt told her he liked what she was trying. With both hands, she smoothed the sides of his shaft that she could reach. First a long stroke up followed by a sensual, teasing push down. A trickle of fluid hit her skin like lava just starting to flow.

“Please, Ros. I want you inside me. I want to feel you filling me up until I can’t think anymore. Please.”

His look told her she didn’t have to beg. He tugged at her legs. Sliding them apart and up, he pushed her legs higher. Without being told, Mari locked them together around his muscular back, reveling in the powerful man over her. As he lifted up, her lower back followed. She felt so small and slight. It made her head spin.

Then she felt him. The first nudge into her. The swollen head of his cock sliding up and down before sinking into her. She felt her pussy open to him as the head of his shaft slid in. But to her dismay, he did not seat himself deep inside her the way she wanted. Instead he slipped back out to nudge her throbbing clit. She pushed back 59

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against him feeling her nipples tighten in response to the strokes as though her own fingers were swirling there. Then he was back teasing her by thrusting into her but still not where she wanted him. Not deep enough.

With an impatient jerk of her hips, she tried to capture him. Faster than she was, Ros removed himself again.

“No, Mari. We will do this my way. Remember the kitchen when I told you how I was going to make you scream my name? This is only the start, Mari-girl. Only the start.”

His back arched as he speared her again—still not deep enough for whatever ravenous monster screamed inside her for him to just fuck her. When his lips delicately mouthed her nipple, Mari thought she might have levitated straight off the bed.

“I can’t take this. Please. It’s too much.”

With her nipple now caught in his teeth, Ros tugged it up as he looked at her. His voice growled out low. “It’s never too much. Stay with me. Ride it out. I promise it will be worth it.”

Then he sucked her nipple deeply in his mouth as he finally thrust himself deep inside her. Mari felt her walls yield to the width of him as he set up a rhythm that made her want to howl. Her nails dug into his flesh, hard. With a gasp she released him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You can’t hurt me. I want to feel your passion. I love the feel of your nails on my skin. Give me more, Mari. Give me more.”

She drew his head back to her breast then latched on to his shoulders the way he attached himself to her nipple. With him arched over her, Mari could feel his back muscles rippling as his cock pounded into her. A shivering ache swept over her. The tension built until she screamed out his name.

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and shuddered beneath him. Colors exploded in front of her as her nails dug into his shoulders until she was sure she would see blood. But she didn’t care. She couldn’t care. Ros was taking her flying and she finally just let go and went.

Ros collapsed on top of her, his head on the pillow beside hers, his hot breath bathing her neck and shoulder. Mari had to unclench her fingers, her grip on him had been that tight. Stroking one hand down his back, she could feel the quivers racking his body and her own shaking going through his body. As Ros lifted his head, Mari couldn’t keep the gasp from escaping. His skin had taken on a blue tinge, almost like someone who had been oxygen deprived, and the rims of his eyes glowed a fiery red.

“Ros? Oh, my god, your skin!” Pushing him off her sated body was hard, but concern overrode muscles that felt like limp noodles. The smile that edged across his face assured her he was okay and the blue color faded until he had a healthy skin tone again.

“What is it, Mari-girl?”

“You were turning blue.” If she hadn’t been stroking a hand over his chest, she’d have missed the tightening of his whole body. Ros covered her hand with one of his, pushing her hand off and sitting up.

“You’re imagining things.” He rolled off the bed and waved one hand over his body, clothing himself in a pair of the black jeans he seemed to favor. Brushing one hand through his hair he turned away, then back to look at her. Any relief he might have obtained from their soul-shattering climax seemed to have left him.

“I’m not imagining anything. Your sister, the woman in the mirror, was blue. Is that your natural skin color as a Demonae?” Pulling the sheet up to cover her body, suddenly uncomfortable with her nudity, Mari pleated the edge of the sheet as she waited for his answer.

Sighing hard, Ros sat down on the edge of the bed, stilling her nervous movements.