Hero: Kane. Vessel for the demon Disaster. Kept prisoner in Hell for weeks, he only wants peace but his rescuer has other plans.
Heroine: Josephina. A real fairy princess whose family wants her dead. She needs Kane’s help and won’t take no for an answer.
“I like this,” she said on a groan.
“I want…the rest…” The words ended on a groan. “Do the rest.”
“Soon.” He took over completely. Awed by her—mine, she’s mine, and I can have her, can have this, as many times as I desire—he did everything in his power to prepare her for his invasion. His mouth, on her body. All over it, lingering. Her taste, down his throat. Like honey. His fingers, between her legs. Rubbing, playing. She moaned, again and again, and the sounds were like music.
He licked. Sucked. Kneaded. Played again. Worked his fingers in slowly…picking up speed…faster and faster…all while he whispered to her, praising her sweetness.
“I’m going to…something’s happening…”
“Let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
She erupted, the pleasure hitting her, making her spasm and gasp. And when she came back down to earth a few minutes later, he started up all over again.
Panting, she said, “That was…that was…”
“Next time I’ll be in you, and it’ll be even better.”
“Yes,” she said, a plea, barely discernable. “Please. If you don’t…I’m going to…oh, I need that again…please.”
Yes. Now. No more waiting. She was his. He needed to claim her. Brand her from the inside out.
He donned a condom and moved into position, settling between her eagerly opened thighs. Concern for her was the only power strong enough to stop him from immediately thrusting home. “It’s going to hurt at first. There’s nothing I can do about that, but it’ll get better. I promise it’ll get better. But I’ll stay still until you’re ready, okay?”
“Hurts now. Just. Do. Something.”
He surged inside her, roaring, the reins of his control instantly shredded, the power of the joining utterly overwhelming him.
She cried out, the sound laced with pleasure and pain.
Mine. She’s all mine now. Claimed. Possessed.
He remained still, as promised. Sweat poured from him. His heart thundered at the incredible pressure inside him. Pressure he resisted with all of his might.
Any second, he would break apart.
“Want me to…pull out?” he panted. Please, don’t want me to pull out.
“No. Go! Finally doing…what I…need.”
He almost laughed. Almost.
He slid backward, and she squeezed at him, trying to hold him inside. Then, he slammed forward, giving her more, giving her harder, all hope of regaining control gone. He utterly ravaged her. His need for her was too great, and she liked it, was still grasping at him, once again begging for more, and more, and more.
“You feel so good,” he moaned. He told her how much he wanted her, needed her, had to have her, and she responded with soft mewls. “Don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
Darkest Craving by Gena Showalter