Demon's Kiss by V. J. Devereaux Read Free Book Online Page B

against him. Warmth moved through her, a sense of
being held safe.
    As his venom pumped into her, her blood seemed to catch fire
as he began to feed in earnest—his mouth closing over her throat tightly to
draw on her, suckle at her, as he took that first deep mouthful.
    Ecstasy rushed through her in an immense wave, obliterating
thought.
    More.
    She slid one hand up into his silky hair to draw his mouth
more tightly against her, while the other caressed the strong muscles of his
back, mindful of his wings and of the wounds there as she drew him closer. He
settled in to feed, drank her slowly. Her pussy tightened with each motion of
his mouth on her. Sheer delight swallowed her up, engulfed her.
     
    Asmodeus sensed her heart lightening as her hand skimmed
down his back and she felt the wounds there knit while he fed, his pain easing
as the pleasure of his feeding claimed her. Her hands loosened, went lax. His
heart was lost to her as they fell away, as she went limp and surrendered to
him. She sighed, blissfully, as he fed.
    Asmodeus hid his deep and intense contentment as the taste
of her filled him.
    If what she said was true and Templeton watched, Asmodeus
had to have a care here. He curled a wing over them in lieu of a blanket. There
was no smoke to conceal them now. He could not, dared not, show what she meant
to him in a way that Templeton or his minions might understand or her life
would be forfeited to them and his freedom with it. Still, he cradled her close
as he withdrew his fangs but kept his mouth pressed to her slender white
throat, to the reassuring beat of her pulse. Let them think he still fed, as
long as that pulse continued to throb steadily beneath his lips.
     
    Gabriel sighed. A kind of languorous lassitude filled her, a
deep contentment.
    There was no pain, no headache. She was weak and a little
shaky. No surprise there. She was always a little dizzy for a few moments after
donating blood. It had taken Asmodeus two feedings to make her head spin…but
only one glance. She smiled and looked up into his eyes, the little gold sparks
within them spinning slowly, reflecting his mood.
    Lightly, she ran her fingers over his strong shoulder,
seeing a scar where there had been the mark of the lash. There was an
incredible amount of satisfaction at seeing him healed and knowing he was no
longer suffering.
    And seeing the evidence of magic.
    It stunned her. She had done that.
    In wonder, she stroked her fingers over the mark, concealed
somewhat by his wing, mindful of the cameras that might be watching.
    “Magic,” she said softly, awestruck, her voice little more
than a whisper.
     
    Asmodeus watched her face, wishing he could touch it. His
heart ached for the lack, but he had to hold back. He contented himself with
running his hand down her arm beneath his wing, stroking and playing with one
full breast, fascinated with the satiny texture of her skin.
    Smiling just a little, Asmodeus said, “It is a simple magic
and not just mine, but ours.”
    Her gaze shot to meet his.
    With an effort, Asmodeus kept his smile from broadening at
her surprise. “There is still magic in your world and you have probably known
and seen it, just not so strong as it once was. Do you not feel it, mishea ,
here?” He tapped her chest lightly, the dark ebony of his claw stark against
her white skin, and then his own chest.
    “It is there in that bond between those who love, in the
moment when it seems your heart swells in tune with that other, and you know,
just know, they feel the same. A simple magic but it is magic all the same.
Nothing else heals so completely as that.”
    “So,” Gabriel said, “you feel it too?”
    There was a flash of something, a deep sorrow and a yearning
in her eyes, that made his heart twist a little.
    “I feel it too, my angel,” Asmodeus said, and nodded as he
traced the curve of her breast with one finger, his eyes on hers.
    Gabriel saw the truth of it there. Something within her
eased.
    She