She swiveled her hips, moving against his hidden erection. Up and down she moved, her wetness soaking through and dampening his pants.
"Fuck me," he begged.
She only rubbed harder, faster, trying to make him want her even more. He flipped her over and ripped off her panties. His aggression was what she wanted. She wanted him to take her, to make love to her like no man ever had.
She reached up and tore open his pants, exposing him. Sitting up, she took his stiffness into her mouth. He gasped as her eager lips touched his pulsing heat. She grabbed his perfect ass as she dove again and again, licking and sucking every millimeter of him.
"Stop." He put his hand to her shoulder. "I want to be inside of you."
She fell back onto the bed, spreading her legs so he could see what he had begged for.
"My glorious, Sarah … "
She pulled him down with her feet as he pressed against her. "My Devil lover, take me."
She gasped as he drove himself inside of her.
Closing her eyes, she let the feel of him drive their love-making. His thickness filled her perfectly and she groaned as he pounded against her, drowning in the wonderful sensations they created. She shifted her hips higher, forcing him deeper, almost to the point of pain. He pushed his face into her neck and, sliding one arm under her shoulder and the other beneath her ass, he lifted her into the air. She wrapped her legs around him and rode his hardness, kissing away a bead of salty sweat as it slipped down his neck.
He drove deeper into her. Unable to hold back any longer, she let herself fall into the grasp of euphoria. Stars filled her eyes and her toes curled. As she came, he answered with his own explosion. She cried out in ecstasy as he drove into her body, intensifying her satisfaction.
They fell to the bed in an exhausted and sweaty heap.
"Sarah?" He looked at her with sleepy eyes.
"What?"
"I love you."
It was hard to believe that love had found her when she had been searching for it for so long. She closed her eyes and softly kissed his lips.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Can I ask you something?"
"Mmm hmm."
"What's your name? I don't know what to call you."
He smiled. "Call me lover, or my last name, Satariel."
His last name? Strange. A calm energy took the place of her thoughts. This moment of bliss was so rare.
"Well, Satariel, thank you."
"For what?"
"The best sex of my life."
"If you stay with me, I guarantee you-I can do better."
"You can do better?" She arched her eyebrow.
"Much."
She traced the muscles of his stomach. Taking hold of her fingers, he kissed the tips and laid her hand over his heart. "This beats for you, my love. I promise I will never love another."
She looked up at him with astonishment. "How can you promise me that? You've lived since the beginning of time. You've probably had many lovers. Why would you choose to spend eternity with only one woman? Wouldn't I bore you?"
She poured her feelings out along with her words and the silence sat heavily between them as she finished. Had she said too much? She should have restrained herself.
"I have made love to many women-goddesses, angels, average humans, and whores. I have never felt the passion with them that I have with you."
"Wouldn't being limited to one woman bother you?"
"You wouldn't let me sleep with other women?" He thumbed her sensitive nipple, making her tremble beneath his touch.
"No. If I stay, then I'm the only one."
"That is a concession I will gladly make."
She laid her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, content that he wanted only her for the rest of time. Her fingers stroked the curly hair under his navel.
"So, if you know you can fuck better than you just did … in the past you must have … " She paused letting her words sink in. "You held back with the woman you want to have for the rest of eternity?"
He looked shocked. "No … that's not what I meant," he stammered. "Do I need to prove I will give everything I have to you?" He grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of him.
"You couldn't handle me again so soon. Most men need at least a few minutes," she chided.
"You don't know me," he growled, pushing his growing thickness up against her.
"You are right, but I look forward to getting to know you better."
He kissed her lips, making her want him more. "If you give me eternity, you will."
She looked at him and studied his face. How can an immortal make a promise of eternity? Does he really love me that much?
"And if we aren't happy together, what then?"
"Do you think there is really a chance of that happening?"
She moved off of him and sat down beside him on the black bed. "There's always a chance of unhappiness. And you... you are the Devil. What happens if I upset you? Will you condemn me to hell? Burn me with the flames fueled by your hatred? Or will you leave me to be with one of your damned?"
"You trusted me once, and took the biggest leap of faith possible. Have I betrayed you?"
"The verdict is still out … "
"How is that?"
"If I want to go back, will you let me?"
"Losing you would kill me, but I would." He twisted his fingers slowly through her hair.
She believed him, but was struck by his sadness. A man who had only known her for a few hours seemed heartbroken at the thought of her leaving, and the moment tugged at her heart.
She realized everything he said was the truth. He loved her. He wanted to be with her and a large part of her wanted to stay with him, but she was still haunted by the memory of her crush-Mike.
Mike would never ask her to change, or to give up everything she knew, to be with him. He was human, which meant they had more in common, but could she pin her hopes on a man who had never given her a reason to hold on to the hope of being together?
"If you want to leave me, at least let me make love to you again. Then maybe you will change your mind."
She didn't know if she wanted to go home, but she did want him. She could imagine their future together, rectifying the wrongs of society and making love every spare moment they could find.
He kissed her navel and her thoughts faded. His lips on her skin melted the ice around her heart. She would live in the moment and forget the choice she would need to make. She only wanted this, his touch, his lips on her skin. She wanted to feel the happiness that came with being in his arms.
His tongue made a wicked trail to the intersection of her thighs. "I could live and die between these thighs, and think my life was well spent."
Her heartbeat accelerated as she ran her fingers over his shining horns and down into his full black hair-he was the sexiest man she had ever seen. Every word he spoke made her want him more.
He was making the decision harder.
"No more talking," she begged.
"As you wish."
His lips tickled their way up her body, stopping for a moment as his tongue circled her nipples. She jerked as he took one between his teeth and flicked the tender bud with his tongue.
He moved his hand down between her thighs and took possession of her body. His fingers twisted in slow circles, making every muscle tense with the need to feel him inside of her again.
She reached down and took him into her palm. She could feel the blood pumping as she wound her hand around him. She moved closer to him, pressing him inside of her.
Unlike their first time, frantic and driven by lust, this time was slower, more concentrated, and she could feel every pass of him as he plunged into her. His lips explored her bare skin, and she took pleasure in feeling his hot breath against her neck. She wouldn't have thought it possible, but he was better than before. This time, they were making love.
He never strayed from where she wanted him to be and he pushed her to the limit with his steady rhythm. It was almost as if he could read her body and instinctively know what she desired. She cried out as he tensed and his warmth passed into her. His euphoria pushed her over her own precipice, and together they fell deeper than she had ever gone before.
Exhausted, he fell into her arms. She lay still and listened to him breathe.
She had no idea how long they lay there in each other's arms, but soon his breathing was slow and regular, the rhythmic motion of sleep.
His scream filled the room, violent and horrible and he jerked up from her breast.
She sat up, startled and afraid. "What's going on?" She glanced around the room, searching for danger, but they were alone. "Are you okay, my love?"
She watched as the fog lifted from his eyes. "I am sorry, Sarah. I must have … "
Her heart ached to see him afraid. "It's fine, my love, I understand. Just come back to my arms. You are safe."
He smiled and something between them shifted. "You love me, don't you?"