My Demon Lover
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Madelaine Grant
Word Count :51500
Publication Date :2011-06-19
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-55410-787-2
Will Ian's attraction to Marley persuade him to break his engagement to Andrea? Or will he marry Andrea and keep Marley as a ‘tasty morsel' on the side?
At thirty-seven, Marley Granville is twenty pounds overweight and hasn’t dated in years. She spends Saturday nights eating chocolates and watching romance videos. All this changes when she meets her ‘demon lover’, Damian. He initiates her into thrilling sex filling the void in her life and transforming her usually routine existence into one of excitement and adventure. Marley begins to meet men who are attracted to her. During one of these encounters she falls for her older sister’s fiancé, Ian Blake. Ian’s uncanny resemblance to Damian is astounding. Is this man related to her ‘demon lover’? Will Ian’s attraction to Marley persuade him to break his engagement to Andrea? Or will he marry Andrea and keep Marley as a ‘tasty morsel’ on the side?
I arched my back, thrusting my hips forward as I tried to capture my tormentor’s teasing fingers. They lightly stroked the swollen lips, sliding around my throbbing clit, until I was ready to scream with frustration.
“Please … please,” I cried, ashamed of pleading, but determined to reach the pinnacle of my mounting passion. “Don’t do this to me … I never hurt you … I don’t even know you.”
He didn’t deign to reply. Instead, I heard a low chuckle as his lips clamped down on one of my breasts. He drew the turgid tip deep into his mouth and began to suck and nibble. The sensation was stupendous. I felt the pull right down to my toes.
“Oh … oh … ahhhh …” I couldn’t help the moans and groans pouring out of me. I was on fire and this tyrant was stoking the flames higher and hotter.
He repeated the same ministrations on my other breast. Then he dipped his head to lightly graze and lick at the edges of my wet, pulsing cunt.
I wanted his hard cock deep inside me. The craving was so intense, so pervasive; I was willing to make a bargain with the devil himself.
“What do you want?” I whimpered. “Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you. Please … please don’t torment me this way. I want you inside me … now.”
“Really?” He raised his head and quirked a dark eyebrow. The dim light revealed the silver gleam of his hooded, smoldering eyes and the brush of his black hair. His broad chest was bare, the muscles bunching and rippling as he moved over me.
“Yes, yes,” I gasped “Name it and I’ll do it.”
“You’d sell your soul?” He questioned in a rich baritone.
At that moment I’d do anything. Yet something in his tone alerted me. Would I really do such a thing to obtain immediate sexual satisfaction? Had I truly sunk so low?