Demon Dreamer: A Captive Souls story Page 3

  His lips twitched up into a grin, as if he was privy to her carnal thoughts. “I will do more than that, chère. I will dine on you all night long.” Between his full lips she could see the sharp points of his teeth.

  He reached for her, and she took in a ragged breath. The second his fingers touched her skin, a spear of heat pierced her between the legs. She gasped at the pain of it…

  Kiara bolted upright from the sofa she’d been napping on. Her breathing labored, she wiped at her sweaty face and concentrated on taking in air. She placed a hand to her chest to try and coax her heart to relax. Other parts of her body also thumped hard in response to her dream.

  Still breathing hard, Kiara dragged her hand from her breasts down her torso to the aching spot between her thighs. Bunching her skirt up to her waist, she dipped her fingers into her pussy. She was hot and wet and she drew her fingers up and down her slit, reveling in the silky feel of her come on her skin.

  It had been so long since she’d felt as turned on, as wanton. No man had gotten her this hot, this wet. And it was all because of a dream. She could only imagine what it would be like if her demon was real, in the flesh, standing in front of her with that devilish gleam in his beautiful dark eyes.

  Sighing, she slid two fingers inside, imagining it was his cock filling her up. At first her strokes were slow and easy, lazy even, but she soon ramped up her rhythm. Panting, she pumped her fingers in and out of her slick pussy. With her other hand, she rubbed at her clit, circling it faster and faster until she was out of control. All rational thought left her as she spread her legs as far as they could go and worked on herself. She hadn’t masturbated like this in years.

  She lost all propriety and sensibility as she bumped and ground against her hand. Loud cries of pleasure left her lips, but she was past the point of caring who heard her. She was so lost in her own abandon the walls could come crumbling down around her and she’d still be sliding her fingers deep inside her pussy until she had her release.

  Soon her thighs tightened. A deep heat built in her belly and started to flow outwards. Moaning, she buried three fingers inside, pumping hard, as she jiggled down on her clit. Within seconds, she orgasmed.

  “Oh dear Lord,” she groaned.

  It was explosive. Black spots filled her vision, and she threw her head back and gasped aloud, her fingers still at play.

  Finally, the tremors stopped and she was able to breathe normally. Laughing, she pulled her sopping fingers out and stretched out on the sofa. She hadn’t felt this good in a long time. Maybe never. She didn’t know what it was about the house or the room, but she was still feeling horny. She’d barely scratched the itch that was niggling at her again.

  She’d rest for a minute then maybe do it again. Looking around the room, she wished she wasn’t alone. She wished her demon would magically appear. Then maybe she could be truly satisfied.

  Malvo had watched as the svelte blonde enchantress pleasured herself in his library. After seeing her on the driveway to the house, he’d made “windows” into every part of the house, waiting for her to enter. He’d seen when she entered. But not only that, he felt it as well. A ripple of something, power maybe, pleasure certainly, spread across his skin making him quiver. He was still quivering, with his cock in hand, watching her stretched out on the sofa, obviously sated for the time being.

  Yet he was far from satisfied.

  Gripping his cock tight, he stroked himself with long, firm movements. He imagined her hand on him, caressing him, fondling him, getting him off. He wondered what her full lips would feel like on his shaft. Soft and wet, he was certain, by the looks of them. It had been way too long since he’d had the feel of a real woman on his dick, whether it was her mouth or her pussy. He wanted both from this woman sitting in his library.

  He wondered what had brought her here. Why there were others as well staying in the house. He could feel all of them, wandering the rooms, mingling with the others he’d imprisoned inside. There was a powerful magic at work here, he could sense all around him, feel it on his skin, in his blood. But he wasn’t the one working it. So, who was?

  This woman maybe. He sensed she had great power inside her. The mark told him that and more. It told him that she would be a match for him in more ways than one.

  Although the only one on his mind right now was his cock inside her pussy. He needed to find a way for that to happen.

  He couldn’t go to her, so she had to come to him.

  With one last powerful stroke, he came in a rush of satisfaction.

  Chapter Five

  Instead of pleasuring herself again, Kiara had fallen asleep on the sofa. She’d had a long trip and was beyond exhausted. She’d slept peacefully, without any dreams. A first for her in a long time. When she woke, it was night, the library shrouded in shadows. At first she was disoriented but after another minute, she remembered where she was and she smiled, a sense of contentment warming her insides.

  Standing, she stretched out all the kinks in her bones and muscles. She moved toward the fireplace and found two fat candles to light. A box of matches lay next to them. Kiara lit them both, and carrying one she continued her investigation of the library. She’d always been an avid reader, so to be surrounded by so many books was a treat. She flitted from shelf to shelf, devouring the titles and running her fingers along the mahogany wood.

  She pulled out book after book and skimmed the titles. There were tons of books here she’d never even heard of. Old books long ago out of print or she suspected one-of-a-kind originals. By the time she picked out something of interest, her stomach was rumbling. It had been over twelve hours since she’d eaten.

  She hoped the kitchen was stocked. By the looks of the rest of the house, the fact that it was clean and looked lived in, she figured there would be some food in the cupboards. But when she turned to seek out the comfort of food, the wall of books she’d been standing in front of moved.

  Startled, she stared as the tall shelf slid sideways to reveal an opening behind it. A blast of cool air hit her in the face. She sucked it in, noticing that the air was laced with a delectable smell of spices. Her stomach rumbled in response and saliva pooled in her mouth.

  Curious—she’d always been so to the chagrin of her mother—and after relighting the candle for light, Kiara stepped into the dark opening. It was a corridor, the walls stone. Her heart raced but not out of fear. As a child, she’d always been the one to go first, to face the monsters under her bed. She wasn’t much afraid of anything.

  Sweat trickled down her back and she appreciated the coolness that the corridor afforded her. Taking in a deep breath, she followed it. And as soon as she took four steps, the wall behind her slid back into place, plunging her into a claustrophobic darkness. Thank goodness, she had the candle still.

  More curious than before, Kiara continued following the corridor. It wound its way further inward like a coiled snake which she found peculiar as she didn’t think the house went that way. In fact, the library had been at the back of the house, so technically the existence of the corridor and the way it moved was an impossibility. But Kiara had always believed in the impossible.

  After a few more minutes, she walked out of the long, winding passageway and into a huge room. Warm and inviting, the room was lit by several candelabras mounted on the burgundy painted walls. The floor was covered by a soft moss green carpet that looked opulent in both texture and style. She scrunched her toes into it, reveling in the feel of it on her bare skin. Surprised, she looked around, taking everything in. From the huge hearth along one wall, ablaze with a fire, to the exquisite paintings hanging on the walls, to the stylish furnishings arranged artfully around the room. The room reminded her of a long ago era, European possibly, aristocratic most certainly. Someone was definitely living here.

  “Hello?” she called.

  “What are you doing here?”

  Startled, Kiara swiveled toward the deep masculine voice. Out from the shadow along one wall stepp
ed a man. A tall, elegantly dressed, sexy man with longish black hair and even darker eyes. She gasped at the sight of him. He was an impressive figure and she hadn’t seen him there standing in the dark with her first perusal of the room. And he was definitely the man from her dreams. Her dream demon.

  For the first time in her life, she felt unsure of herself and apprehensive. Although she’d just only hours ago wished for him to be real, flutters of uncertainty filled her stomach. Her heart hammered as if in her throat and she lifted a hand to soothe it. “I came through the sliding wall in the library.”

  He moved closer to her. “Obviously, but what are you doing in my house?”

  “Your house?”

  He nodded.

  “I thought this house belonged to Jean-Paul Durant.”

  He frowned. “That fool thought he owned this place, but he was very wrong.”

  Kiara took a step forward. “That fool was my father.”

  Arching an eyebrow, the dark man grinned. “Was he now? Interesting.” His gaze searched her form, from her bare feet to the top of her head. “Very interesting.”

  Kiara felt the heated intention of his stare. Flutters of desire bloomed deep inside her belly. Her thighs clenched at the possibilities.

  “You have the mark.” He gestured to her eye.

  “Aye.” She lifted her chin to show him that she was not ashamed of her deformity.

  “You are proud of your difference.” It was a statement, but Kiara heard the curiosity in the words.

  “I am. My people revere me for it.”

  “Your people.” He smiled again and it made her knees week. “The gypsies from Ireland.”

  “How did ya…?”

  He gestured toward her mouth. “Your accent. It’s very distinctive.”

  “Have ya been to Ireland, then?”

  “I have been everywhere.”

  “But now ya live here?”

  His face darkened at that. “In a manner, yes.” He stopped moving toward her, and gestured toward a table in the corner. “Are you hungry?”

  Magically, two plates heaped with food and two full wine glasses appeared on the table. The smell hit Kiara’s nose and her stomach clenched, reminding her she hadn’t eaten in a while.

  She nodded and followed her nose to the table. She sat without preamble, picked up her fork and dug in. She had no qualms about not waiting for him to sit next to her. This wasn’t a dinner date.

  Watching her intensely, he sat and picked up his wine glass to take a sip. “You’re very earthy.”

  Pausing mid-chew, she peered at him. “Are ya saying I have no manners?”

  “Of course not. I’m saying you’re not meek or timid.”

  “Why would I be?”

  “Don’t you know who I am? What I am?”

  She nodded, her head high. “Aye, I know.”

  “And you are not afraid?”

  She met his gaze, boldly. “No.”

  He grinned again and set his wine glass down on the table. “Good. I don’t want a timid woman in my bed.”

  She nearly choked on the food in her mouth. “Excuse me?”

  “Well, that’s what you came here for, isn’t it? For me to fuck you.”

  She dropped the fork this time and gaped at him.

  “Don’t feign innocence. I watched you earlier, when you were masturbating. I saw the look of lust and longing in your eyes. You came to the library looking for me, did you not?”

  She wanted to deny it, tell him in no uncertain terms did she want him to fuck her. But she couldn’t deny it. She did want him. Oh, Lord, did she ever. Her panties were already sodden just thinking about him, smelling his delicious scent.

  “I’ve dreamed of ya several times,” she finally confessed. “But I n’er thought ya were truly real.”

  “I’m as real as the throb between your thighs, mon chère.”

  The moment he mentioned what was going on between her legs, everything intensified. Her pussy throbbed harder, fiercer. She squirmed in her chair against the onslaught of fiery need swirling deep inside. She bit down on her lip to stop a moan from bursting out.

  By the lusty look in his eye, he must’ve noticed every little change. Could he hear her heart pounding? Could he smell her desire? Could he taste it in the air? He licked his lips as if in answer to her silent question.

  “Who are ya?” she asked.

  “I am Malvo, one of the great dukes of the underworld.”

  “Why would I dream of ya?”

  He arched one eyebrow as if pondering the question. “I don’t know. But I’m glad you have. I’ve gone too long without a real woman’s affections.” He gestured toward her plate. “Are you quite through with your dinner?”

  It was an odd question, but she nodded.

  “Good.” Faster then she could see, he swept his arm over the table, sending everything crashing to the floor. He stood and pulled her to her feet. “Because you’re the dessert.”

  Chapter Six

  His energy crackled around her body. She could feel it biting into her skin, clawing at her flesh, trying desperately to gain entrance. Despite the quivers of fear sneaking over her, Kiara moaned. She could feel droplets of lust dribbling down her thighs. She knew the scent of her lust must’ve been heavy in the air, musky and cloying.

  He leaned down to her, sniffing along her neck. “I can smell you. Your cunt weeps for me.”

  She set a hand onto his chest to keep him back. It was happening too soon, she wasn’t fully prepared for him. She wasn’t quite sure this was what she truly wanted.

  Malvo stepped into her hand, pushing against it. He grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back, pushing her into the table. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  Kiara was having a hard time thinking. All she could see was Malvo, his eyes dark and dangerous, his mouth twisted into a cunning smile. There was no mistaking his desire for her. His iron-hard erection pressed painfully against her leg as he ground into her.

  “Aye,” she murmured.

  “I couldn’t hear you.” He spoke against her mouth, his lips hovering only a whisper away.

  “Yes,” she said more clearly.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, I want ya to fuck me.”

  “Say it again.”

  “I want ya to fuck me.”

  “Again,” he demanded, grinding himself hard against her.

  “I want ya to fuck me!” she screamed.

  “Why I thought you’d never ask.” Malvo brought his hand up to the neckline of her tank top and yanked it downward, ripping the material and exposing her bare breasts. He growled low in his throat as he moved his hand over them, pinching and pulling on one pebbled nipple then the other.

  Kiara gasped and writhed in his arms as he bent his head and lathed his tongue over her flesh. Her nipples were already hard and tight, aching for his touch, but the second he lavished attention on them, they grew even harder and tighter, painfully so. He sucked one into his mouth, and then rolled it between his teeth. He moved over to the other and did the same, except this time he bit down and Kiara cried out, nearly losing her mind.

  Releasing his hold on her arm and her breast, he pushed her back onto the table. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and shoved it up to her waist. He looked down at her, as if memorizing every inch of her flesh. Without a word, he slipped his fingers underneath the band of her panties and yanked them off, snapping the thin elastic band. With a growl, he tossed the torn panties over his shoulder and leered down at her. She followed his gaze and saw a thin, red angry mark bisected her hipbone where he had snapped off her panties. He traced his finger along the line.

  Kiara hissed through her teeth as he pressed on it. A little spark of pain rushed through her, but it soon transformed into pleasure when he traced a line down to her aching pussy. He twirled his finger in the little patch of hair on her mound, and then drew it lower still, separating her lips with just the tip.

  Moaning, she writhed on the
tabletop as he stroked her slowly with his fingers. He slid two fingers up and down her sodden cleft, feeling every inch of her sex. Then he slipped those same fingers into her, pumping them in and out, at first lazily then with fierce determination.

  “Mmm, so silky. So hot. So wet,” he said, then pulling his fingers out he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean.

  Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head at the ecstasy of him licking her come. She didn’t know how it was possible, but the ache in her pussy intensified. It was almost painful. She writhed and squirmed, trying her damnedest not to beg him to satisfy her.

  As if sensing her overpowering need, Malvo grabbed her legs and bent them, pushing them up and apart so her pussy was splayed wide and open. When he gazed down at her she nearly mewled in response. It was as if he was devouring her with his eyes first. But finally, gloriously, he went to his knees and buried his face in her. He licked her slit from anus to clit, then back down again. He did it repeatedly until small whimpers escaped her lips. She was powerless to stop them.

  In the throes of ecstasy, Kiara massaged her breasts, pulling her nipples taut, anything to match the intensity of what he was doing to her down there. He lapped at her cunt, swirling his tongue over her swollen clit. Her muscles pulled tight in her legs and belly. She could feel the powerful orgasm building deep inside. The demon was extremely talented with just his tongue. She could feel him probe deep into her, sucking on her juices. If he sucked on her clit like that, she knew she would explode into a thousand glorious pieces.

  She grabbed onto his head, pulling and pushing him at the same time. She needed release, but wasn’t sure she wouldn’t go mad if she did. She was losing her breath and her mind while teetering so dangerously on the edge. What if she plummeted over and never came back?

  Malvo stood up, pushing her hand away. He gazed down at her, his eyes completely black. “Beg me.” He grinned, his lips slick with her lust. He licked them with just the tip of his tongue. “Beg me to make you come.”