Devil Take Me by Anna J. Evans Read Free Book Online

nipples tight swollen points he could see clearly through her thin covering.
    Goddess he wanted to taste her flesh, rip the fabric from her body and bury his head between her generous breasts. He would let his tongue play across her sensitive skin, draw her tips deep into his mouth, until she was wet and aching for him, until she begged him to fill her body with his straining cock.
    “You do harm me, you’re harming me right now.”
    “Stop, don’t come any closer,” Namtar ordered, doubting his own strength if her body were to come in contact with his. He was already dying for another taste of her lips, to know the feel of her soft curves molding into his body, fitting against him with a perfection he would never have dreamed possible.
    “What’s wrong? Do I disgust you?”
    “Are you mad?”
    “Stop questioning my sanity and answer the question,” she snapped, a power spilling from her small form that seemed decidedly out of place.
    She was soft, feminine and pliant, but at the same time her aura pulsed with a strange potential energy, a dark energy he had never witnessed in a mortal. It fascinated him, intoxicated him, made him ache to see how their bodies would fit together as they mated, how her aura would surge around him when her body found release while he was thrusting between her thighs.
    “Did I seem filled with disgust, did my cock swell and press against you because you repulsed me?” Namtar willed himself to stand his ground, to do everything in his power to keep from closing the space between them and showing her how very delighted she made every inch of him.
    “Then what’s wrong? I want you. I want…want to—to fuck you, right here in my garage, without knowing your name, without seeing your face.” Her voice was thick with equal parts grief and desire, as if she would die if she had him or die if she didn’t, a part of her soul lost forever no matter what choice she made.
    “What is your name?” He had lost this battle. His best intentions were no match for the dark longing he recognized in her eyes, the profound sadness he could feel pulsing around him like a living, breathing being all of its own.
    Perhaps the Goddess had placed him here for a reason, perhaps it was time for this mortal woman to move into the next realm. Such a thought would usually have helped assuage his guilt, helped him to use his temptress for both of their pleasure. Then he would draw a part of her energy into himself, the ineffable bit of mortality that would help him to survive on Earth, at least for a time. It would buy him the time he needed to find a mortal willing to sacrifice their soul for an eternity in darkness, giving him the power to overthrow the queen. It was a necessary evil.
    But as her sad brown eyes lifted to meet his own, Namtar knew he would never forgive himself. He would always regret being the instrument of her destruction, no matter how she might have longed for it, or what power might have arranged for their paths to cross this blighted night.
    “Annie, my name is Annie,” she said, her breath catching in her throat and tears flowing down her cheeks.
    “Annie, I don’t want to see you cry.” Namtar’s throat was curiously tight as he lifted his hand to her face. He fought the urge to catch her tears on his fingers, to bring those fingers to his tongue and taste the unique flavor of her sorrow.
    “Then take me, show me you want me, that someone wants me.” Her tears flowed more freely, turning her already liquid brown eyes into swirling amber pools, heartbreakingly expressive depths he would gladly have drowned in.
    “Who would not want you? What man would willingly turn from your beauty? Whoever he is, he is the biggest fool ever born on this Earth.” Namtar was shocked at his own vehemence.
    How could he feel such passionate hatred for anyone who would hurt this woman when he himself was preparing to take everything from her, to steal the very life force from her body? He was the