The Devil You Need Read Free

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completely. I wrapped my calves around his deliciously firm buttocks as he
began a slow, measured invasion of my pulsing sheath.
    My body was on fire. My mind was lost to contemplation of
the sensations he created within me. My world narrowed down to a pinpoint of
space, including only the two of us merging and mastering the dance of pure
lust. His measured thrusts played against my receptive flesh like music,
stretching each jagged rift of pleasure and creating a sexual tune that stalled
the breath in my lungs.
    My clit pulsed. My pussy clenched and throbbed. And my
breasts were swollen with my building release.
    He slid deep, his rock-hard cock filling me completely so
that every glide outward sent delicious waves through my sensitive flesh, and
every thrust built profound pleasure deep within my core.
    The coil of need in my belly tightened until it couldn’t
tighten any longer, then it exploded, sending spirals of delight through my
body.
    I cried his name against his lips, my body compressing his
in a fist of joy—velvet over heated steel—demanding more and even more of the
enjoyment he freely gave.
    Under my body’s rabid demands, his body roared into release.
His cock pulsed deep within me as his lips opened in a wordless groan of joy.
    Dialle rested his forehead against mine and pulled me off
the desk, turning to settle his luscious rear end where I’d been sitting. I
gasped as the new position sent him deeper into my body.
    I twined my legs around his waist and nibbled his delightful
lips. “Thank you for putting a smile back on my face.”
    He lifted his feet to my chair and tugged gently on my hips.
“Difficult day?”
    My body greedily pulled him in, unwilling for the pleasure
to end. I sighed. “Difficult would be a holiday.”
    He kissed me and, happily, levered his feet against my chair
to thrust into my still-pulsing channel. “It will get easier, my love.”
    I knew it wasn’t true, but in that moment I was willing to
let him think I believed it. He lowered his head and enclosed one of my nipples
in the moist heat of his mouth. I slipped my hands down his back, using a
gentle scrape of my nails to show him just how luscious his body felt inside
mine.
    Tightening my thighs, I lifted off his cock and slowly
lowered myself down, feeling the wonder of the controlled stroke all the way
down to my toes.
    I knew it wasn’t going to get easier. I was pretty sure
Dialle knew it too. But as his body took me back into the dance again, building
heat as only we could do, I didn’t want to waste a moment of the bliss I knew
we’d forge. There was no way around it. Our days together were limited. Either
by my imminent departure or by outside forces that neither of us could control.
    * * * * *
    I was pulling on my ankle-length leather coat, preparing to
leave, when the air thickened a few feet away and two forms shimmered directly
into my office. My aunt Myra and my new guardian Aubrey. I cringed when I saw
them. No two creatures had ever been better equipped or more motivated to piss
me off.
    Adding to my discomfort was the fear that they were there to
give me news on how Emo’s Settling had turned out. I had a very bad feeling
about my friend and former partner and I was uncharacteristically reluctant to
face the bad news. So much so that I was considering making a run for it before
either of the two bossy guardians opened their mouths and rained on my
day…maybe even my life.
    Despite my fears, however, they didn’t launch right into the
ruination of my life. In fact, my aunt Myra looked just a little too
pink-cheeked and smiley for my comfort. I hoped like hell it didn’t have
anything to do with the tall, sexy blond god of a guardian angel standing next
to her. The thought made me grimace. I mean, really, clocking in at a couple
thousand years between them, weren’t they just a little too old to be doing the
nasty together?
    Bleurgh.
    “Hello, Aubrey. Auntie. To what do I owe