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

universe’s worst hypocrite and the knowledge did not humor him in the slightest.
    “I wish I could believe you. When you look at me like that, I almost do.”
    “Annie, I—”
    “Don’t talk. Kiss me, touch me, make me forget everything,” she demanded, her pale skin practically glowing with the strength of her desire, transforming her Earthly beauty into something ethereal. She was truly magnificent, a being alive with a kind of temptation that Namtar, Goddess help him, could not hope to resist.
    He met her lips with a moan of surrender and an ardent promise, the promise of soul shattering pleasure, of release from everything that would ever seek to harm her. She replied with a kiss that nearly brought tears to his eyes. Her sweet tongue swept through his mouth with a passionate innocence, a pure craving he knew he would never forget. And in that moment, he vowed to make this last coupling the best of her life, to shatter her so completely with pleasure she would meet her maker with a smile still upon her face.
    “Where do you want me to touch you, Ann?” he asked, already allowing his hand to massage the curve of her hip, to slide under her shirt, up toward the firm, round globes tempting him more than any he could recall.
    “Call me Annie, and touch me everywhere. Everywhere, please,” she begged, surprising him by gripping the bottom of her top and pulling it over her head.
    The breath rushed from Namtar’s body as she tossed the covering away and stood before him in nothing but a white scrap of fabric that only served to make her full breasts more tempting. The material was sheer and did nothing to conceal the deep berry color of her aureoles. The wires at the base of the contraption pressed her luscious swells together, deepening the valley between them and making his mouth water as he imagined being allowed to trace that tempting hollow with his tongue.
    “You are more beautiful than I have words to express.” Namtar fell to his knees on the hard ground, cupping her with both his hands, abandoning himself to the urge to kiss the bare skin thrusting so temptingly toward his mouth.
    She shivered and the pebbled nipples only an inch away from his eager tongue thrust toward him with an achingly beautiful need.
    “Can I kiss you here?” he asked, dragging his thumb across one of her hardened tips and feeling his shaft twitch within his robes as a moan of passion burst from her throat. Without waiting for an answer, he dipped his tongue beneath the lace that covered her, tasting the salt of her skin, torturing them both by kissing, suckling everywhere but where she was puckered so tightly.
    “More, please more.”
    He answered her request by nipping at the side of her breast, nibbling along the bottom, until her breath came in desperate little pants and the teasing became too much for him to bear. He finally ripped the thin fabric from her body, the sound of the material tearing arousing him even before he was blessed with a clear view of her breasts.
    “Such beauty, such perfect…”
    He lost the ability to form language as she threaded her fingers forcefully through his hair, pulling him toward her with an abandon he knew wasn’t like her. The shaking of her limbs, the ragged rhythm of her breathing, told him this need, this overwhelming desire, was something she had locked tightly inside.
    Why he, a complete stranger, and the least healthy choice she could have made, was the recipient of this gift he couldn’t say. But he was humbled by her. He felt like a boy at the altar of the holy virgins, that one lucky boy in a thousand who finally was granted permission to touch, to taste, to feel his bare skin against one of the women chosen by the Goddess.
    “Suck me, take me in your mouth,” she demanded.
    “With pleasure, my lady.” Namtar flicked his tongue across her nipple before he opened and took her in the wet heat of his mouth. He nearly lost what was left of his control at the cry of surrender