you've read?"
He shook his head. “I haven't heard a demon say that. Perhaps it is a knowledge I will take back to them when we have finished."
Sara's face twisted for an instant, the flash of emotion coming so fast he couldn't read it before it had vanished. Then she laughed. “I'm supposed to make love with you so you can brag about it to the other demons in Hell's locker room?"
That word tore through him like a white-hot spike through his heart. Humans could use words so casually, little knowing the power they held. Sara had meant have sex , yet she had used that fatal word love . Even the memory of that beautiful word hurt.
"What?” Concern crossed Sara's beautiful face.
"You said it again.” He made himself smile. “Don't worry about it. It's a demon thing, you wouldn't understand."
Sara laughed again. “That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Kiss me so I don't have to listen to any more of it."
Jack lowered his lips to hers.
* * * *
Sara's body purred in Jack's embrace. Her tongue met his, battled, lost as he thrust into her mouth, then pursued when he retreated. Last night, she had been the aggressor, taking what she wanted. Minutes ago, it had seemed that Jack had turned the tables. Now, she felt as if each could do what they wished, that neither dominated. Each sought both to give and to take pleasure in the other's arms.
She reached a hand between his legs and grasped his hard erection, stroking it and glorying at its reaction to her touch. For an instant, its heat flared, almost burning her hand.
Jack must have noticed her flinch. “Sorry,” he muttered. “You humans are so fragile."
"I'm not as fragile as all that.” She hadn't broken when she'd drawn him into her. She didn't plan on breaking when he entered her again. And again.
His lips traced a fiery path from her lips to her chin, the hollow of her neck, to the dip between her breasts. Then he caught one of her nipples between his teeth biting down lightly as his tongue played with its hardened point.
She squeezed more tightly on his erection, her body responding both to his touch and to what she held, her womb opening up, calling for Jack's entry, aching to be joined with him, filled with him.
She slid her free hand down his ribs, then lightly grasped his scrotum squeezing it just enough to feel its movement.
Jack gasped.
"Does it hurt to hold in your heat?” She asked.
Against her breast she felt his lips shift into a smile. He pulled away for a moment, then murmured in her ear. “It is like delaying an orgasm. There is a certain frustration, but the reward makes it worthwhile.
"You're assuming there will be a reward."
"I can read your thoughts. It makes it easy for me to please you. It also makes it silly to play these games."
She had been playing a game, Sara realized. Maybe that was why none of her previous relationships had lasted. She had been afraid to let any man see the real Sara, choosing instead to joke around. Jack could see into her, read the truths she had always hidden—even hidden from herself. He could please her because he knew her deepest secrets. Please her more because, even knowing them, he wanted her.
"You're right,” she said. “But I want there to be a reward. I want both of us to be happy."
"I'm a demon. I don't deserve happiness."
"Nobody deserves it. It's a gift."
Jack pulled away just far enough so she could see his dark eyes. “Sara, I can't have happiness.” He paused a moment, then continued. “I didn't even think I could have pleasure. You've shown me I was wrong about that, at least. Let me enjoy it. Don't ask for what can't be."
She swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears. How could any being exist, century after century, without a chance for happiness?
"Don't pity me.” Jack almost growled.
"No? Then let me pleasure you.” She bent her lips to his arousal wanting to give him what he could take, needing to hide her tears from him.
He reached a strong finger under her
He shook his head. “I haven't heard a demon say that. Perhaps it is a knowledge I will take back to them when we have finished."
Sara's face twisted for an instant, the flash of emotion coming so fast he couldn't read it before it had vanished. Then she laughed. “I'm supposed to make love with you so you can brag about it to the other demons in Hell's locker room?"
That word tore through him like a white-hot spike through his heart. Humans could use words so casually, little knowing the power they held. Sara had meant have sex , yet she had used that fatal word love . Even the memory of that beautiful word hurt.
"What?” Concern crossed Sara's beautiful face.
"You said it again.” He made himself smile. “Don't worry about it. It's a demon thing, you wouldn't understand."
Sara laughed again. “That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Kiss me so I don't have to listen to any more of it."
Jack lowered his lips to hers.
* * * *
Sara's body purred in Jack's embrace. Her tongue met his, battled, lost as he thrust into her mouth, then pursued when he retreated. Last night, she had been the aggressor, taking what she wanted. Minutes ago, it had seemed that Jack had turned the tables. Now, she felt as if each could do what they wished, that neither dominated. Each sought both to give and to take pleasure in the other's arms.
She reached a hand between his legs and grasped his hard erection, stroking it and glorying at its reaction to her touch. For an instant, its heat flared, almost burning her hand.
Jack must have noticed her flinch. “Sorry,” he muttered. “You humans are so fragile."
"I'm not as fragile as all that.” She hadn't broken when she'd drawn him into her. She didn't plan on breaking when he entered her again. And again.
His lips traced a fiery path from her lips to her chin, the hollow of her neck, to the dip between her breasts. Then he caught one of her nipples between his teeth biting down lightly as his tongue played with its hardened point.
She squeezed more tightly on his erection, her body responding both to his touch and to what she held, her womb opening up, calling for Jack's entry, aching to be joined with him, filled with him.
She slid her free hand down his ribs, then lightly grasped his scrotum squeezing it just enough to feel its movement.
Jack gasped.
"Does it hurt to hold in your heat?” She asked.
Against her breast she felt his lips shift into a smile. He pulled away for a moment, then murmured in her ear. “It is like delaying an orgasm. There is a certain frustration, but the reward makes it worthwhile.
"You're assuming there will be a reward."
"I can read your thoughts. It makes it easy for me to please you. It also makes it silly to play these games."
She had been playing a game, Sara realized. Maybe that was why none of her previous relationships had lasted. She had been afraid to let any man see the real Sara, choosing instead to joke around. Jack could see into her, read the truths she had always hidden—even hidden from herself. He could please her because he knew her deepest secrets. Please her more because, even knowing them, he wanted her.
"You're right,” she said. “But I want there to be a reward. I want both of us to be happy."
"I'm a demon. I don't deserve happiness."
"Nobody deserves it. It's a gift."
Jack pulled away just far enough so she could see his dark eyes. “Sara, I can't have happiness.” He paused a moment, then continued. “I didn't even think I could have pleasure. You've shown me I was wrong about that, at least. Let me enjoy it. Don't ask for what can't be."
She swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears. How could any being exist, century after century, without a chance for happiness?
"Don't pity me.” Jack almost growled.
"No? Then let me pleasure you.” She bent her lips to his arousal wanting to give him what he could take, needing to hide her tears from him.
He reached a strong finger under her
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