[06] Kiss of a Demon King by Kresley Cole

Author:Kresley Cole [Cole, Kresley]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-07-26T12:43:22+00:00

"No!" she cried.

But he tossed the piece over his shoulder toward the camp. Once he'd removed her choker and

spun it away like a Frisbee, he clutched her ankles. Before she could react, he'd snatched her

feet out from under her. When her back met the sand, he was already yanking a boot off.

"Stop this, demon!" Fighting him was futile, but she stil tried. She kicked out, aiming for his

recently injured chest, connecting a couple of solid hits.

He didn't even seem to notice them, flinging her boots away. "You're my captive. My

responsibility. I'l make sure you're clean."

After her spanking, Sabine had noticed that Ryd-

strom had calmed, that wild look diminishing-but in no way disappearing. Now it was back ful

force. His very voice was altered, his language and bearing decid¬edly not kingly. He'd held

himself rigid and aloof before. Now there was a fluidity in the way he moved.

Glaring up at him, she said, "And I suppose I don't have any say in this?"

He shook his head slowly, his attention already on her bustier. He stood, hauling her to her feet.

With his brow furrowed in concentration, he began unlacing the intricate knots of her top,

unraveling the swol en leather ties.

He was getting aroused once more, that thick shaft rising. His movements became unhurried, as

if he rel¬ished this task and didn't want it to end.

Once he'd removed the bustier, his gaze was trans¬fixed by her breasts, rising and fal ing with

her hectic breaths. He seemed to give himself a shake, then worked her skirt down her sandy

legs.

"Enough!" She bucked against him again, thrashing her body, but he looped an arm around her

waist to stil her.

With a slap on her stil burning ass, he gave her a look of warning so menacing, she decided she

might heed it. "Stand here. Do not move." He tugged down her panties and mesh hose, tossing

them into a pile.

After he'd stripped her completely, he began unbraid-ing her plaits. His countenance was fierce,

but he han¬dled her hair with infinite gentleness.

When he'd finished, he pul ed her into the water up to her knees. There he laid his hands on her

shoulders,

pressing her down to kneel, putting his jutting shaft right in front of her face.

Just when she thought he was going to try to force her to take him with her mouth, he knelt before

her.

Once he'd rinsed the sand from her, he began invests gating her body. He traced her col arbone

with those big demon hands, his eyes fol owing his movements, then his lips. When his gaze

dipped to her breasts she knew what would fol ow. He grazed rough palms over them, kissing her

nipples with the merest brush of his lips.

Somehow, he was being gentle with her, his caresses so out of place with the anger she could

feel stil seeth-ing inside him. His touches were . . . tender. Consola-tory. But did he want to

console her over what he'd done-or what he was about to do?

He scooped water over her chest, licking it from her breasts, sucking drops from the tips. He used

his teeth to nip at her straining peaks, then he drew back to stare at them.

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