Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,30

falling around her face. She is a vision.

“In spite of what you might think, I know you, Annabelle. You’ve played the game, you’ve fucked every Demon down here, but you want more now. You need more. I can see it. I can feel it.”

“Not every Demon,” she mutters, looking away.

A silence falls and I think I’m about to lose her for good, when she looks back at me.

“Did you mean what you said about the other males?”

I blink at her. Okay, yes, I meant it, but I didn’t think she would land on that as a reason to give me a chance. “Yes.”

She nods. “How will you curb your Incubus side?”

“I won’t have to,” I say in exasperation. She is dragging this out and killing me here.

“You will, we both know it, so throw an idea at me, anything. You must’ve thought about it!”

If I tell her that I haven’t even given it a single thought, she will walk away, and I will never see her again. It makes no difference if it’s a lie or not, I have to give her something.

“Role play,” I murmur. “Possibly having you allow me to seduce and chase, but not fuck, with you there of course. Other men…”

Her eyes light up and I know I’ve hit the jackpot. I go with it. “If you have other men in your bed, they could provide me with a release of some kind.”

She comes closer, licking her lips. “What kind of release?”

Uhhh…she’s got me there. I have never, ever thought about sex with another man before. Why would I, for fuck’s sake? “A blow job?” I hear the question in my voice and curse. Her eyes go hard. I have to save this.

“Have him suck me off until I can’t contain myself anymore. I want his tongue gliding down my length as you watch. I want to feel his teeth graze me slightly, not too hard, but not gently either.”

She is now right next to me, her breath quickening with each word I say.

“I want his tongue to circle my tip, taste my precum before he plunges his mouth over me in a deep throat that will make me explode in his mouth. I want to pump my cum down his throat, make him swallow every drop and then I want you to make me hard again and fuck me until I can’t breathe, can’t see straight, can’t bear a single moment without my dick inside you.”

“Oh,” she moans and grabs me roughly by my lapels and pushes her tongue into my mouth.

I kiss her back fervently, shoving her back and onto the old table. I grab the hem of her dress, sliding my hands up her thighs, pushing her dress up.

“Wait,” I manage to get out, hoping against hope that she gives me what I want, and I can finish this encounter and not end it by walk away.

“What?” she murmurs, taking the zipper in her hand that is holding her dress together and sliding it down slowly, enticingly. She has the most amazing pair of tits I have ever seen on a female, but as much as I want to see them, I have to ask her what this means.

“Do you accept me?” I ask her as seriously as I can with my hands up her dress, and a hard-on that is about to punch a hole through my pants.

She hesitates.

I’m about to pull away and leave her for good when she lowers the zipper even further. “Do you promise that if you ever feel the need to take another woman, you’ll talk to me about it first? Give me the chance to figure something out with you?”

I fall headlong in love with her in that moment.

I knew that I loved her. I have for an exceptionally long time. But those words uttered from her full red lips, swollen from our kisses, mean everything to me. She is pushing her fears aside and is going to accept what I’m offering her, and even knowing that I might slip, she is prepared to help me if I do.

I won’t throw that back in her face by insisting that it will never happen. Even if I know that it won’t come to it, she has risked her heart to say that to me.

“I absolutely promise you, Annabelle Pandora. If you take me into your life as your lover and your partner, I promise that I will always come to you if I need help with anything.”

“Then