Victoria's Demon Lover - By Alia Bess Page 0,2

along the lips and folds as the shaft pushed into her, then out faster this time. Again he touched her clit with his cock before thrusting inside. He had begun to pant and she knew that at some point his own pleasure would rob him of all thought and planning and art. He would stop playing her like an instrument of pleasure, and instead slake his lust upon her. He would pleasure her until his own called to him and then she must follow or be lost.

But now she was so close to her own explosion of desire that anything he did now would be a triumph. As she expected, his yellow eyes above her face took on that lost look that signaled he was beyond her. His muscles bunched with insistence and his thrusts were no longer slow and gentle. She saw the fire in his eyes that told her she was now his. She arched herself, ready for his pounding thrusts, her thighs tightened and her hands clawed the sheets and mattress beneath her, ready.

He began to groan and his breath was loud, blown between clenched teeth. The stubbled jaws tightened. His body pounded her and his cock thickened and hardened with his impending climax. She closed her eyes to experience every wave of pleasure that was hers with every sliding movement of his hips. She heard the quickening gasp as he took the final breath before he exploded within her. He roared his pleasure and inside she felt the thick hot gush that always burned her when he came. Her body knew that heat and responded with her own peak and scream of pleasure.

He continued to rock her, gouging out her insides with spurts from his cock, over and over while between clenched teeth he groaned in some unknown language, and finished by whispering her name over and over until he sagged against her body and pushed his face into her pillow.

But he was not her lover. He was a demon from Hell and could not love. She waited, unmoving, for what happened every single time he visited her. She counted his breaths, one…two…three…four and on the fifth he disappeared in a puff, leaving behind only wet sheets and her sweating body. She lay there trembling and staring at the ceiling. One leg twitched with the last tingle of her fading orgasm and she sighed.

He had forgotten to ask for his favor.

Chapter Two

Victoria parked the car and tried to walk without limping in her high heels to the elevator. She smiled at the attendant and gave him a wave. He waved back. They had exchanged waves for nearly five years, but Victoria did not know his name. She and the others in the office would take up a collection for him every Christmas and someone else would deliver it to the glass and steel cage that was his workspace. She waited at the elevator with other office drones, looking in her purse for her lipstick. The doors opened with the familiar ding and she and the others filed in, looking anywhere but at each other.

She shifted in her heels. She still ached from last nights’ stormy encounter with her demon. Her insides were sore and her inner thighs ached from squeezing his hips. She dropped her lipstick. There was no way to bend down in the crowded elevator to pick it up. The man next to her knew it fell, for the silver capsule bounced off his loafer. He glanced down without moving his head. Victoria could not even slide her shoe over to kick the lipstick against the wall to retrieve later. She waited impatiently for the ding that signaled her floor. She was the last to get off, waiting for room to go down in her tight skirt and pick up the expensive lipstick.

When she touched it she felt a thrill through her fingers as if the capsule held an electric charge. She frowned. Soon the doors would close and the elevator would be called to another floor. She tucked the capsule of her lipstick in her purse and stood, ready to put her foot out to stop the doors from closing.

But they did close. The man who had been standing next to her had his finger jammed on the round glowing button that closed the doors. She felt the car shift up and then down again.

“Wait!” she called to him, “That was my floor!”

He turned around as the car stopped between floors. The control