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  Copyright© 2012 Nikki Prince

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-129-9

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Marie Medina

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  First of all I would like to give my thanks to God the Father from whom all my blessings have come. I am so happy for the gift I have been given to create characters and worlds that everyone loves to read. I want to thank my family for all their support without it, I couldn’t have gotten to this point. I love you all.

  My dear, dear friends who went above and beyond to help me by listening to me whine, encouraging me, supporting me, editing, beta reading for me: Shyla, Valeree, Mahalia, Eden, Tari and my critique group Rom-Critters on yahoo. Thank you. I love and appreciate you all. Also a special thank you to those who may not have read, critiqued or edited this, but still encouraged me: Eden, Louisa, Kim and Savannah, Delilah H and Avril. You're all loved and appreciated. Please forgive me if I haven't named you outright, but know that I love each and everyone of you my dear friends so thank you with my whole heart.

  I want to also thank Evernight Publishing and my fantastic Editor Marie, for taking a chance on a girl with a dream. A dream I’ve had since the age of twelve when I found my father’s Johanna Lindsey Western Romance book on his dresser and was forever hooked.

  To the readers, thank you for your love and support. I’m forever grateful and hope to put out stories that you will love and talk about for years to come.

  DEMON MINE

  Karmic Lust, 1

  Nikki Prince

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  Liliana Jackson sat on the bed in the darkened room. Her breath was ragged as she eagerly waited for her lover to arrive. The need she felt was always instant when she thought of him. The slightest movement of cloth from her sundress scraping over her hard nipples tortured her as her bare pussy dampened. She glanced at the small clock on the wall opposite her bed. It would be only a matter of minutes before he stepped across the threshold.

  She tried to be patient and wait. She let out a whimper, trying her best to wait for him, but failing. Slowly, she slipped her dress up her thighs, baring her shaved pussy to the air in the room, parting her legs while she leaned back onto the pillows; her fingers teased along her slit in one smooth stroke. She slid two fingers around her wet entrance, and then leisurely teased her clit. Liliana inched one, then two fingers inside of her drenched folds with a moan. She rocked her hips to push them in deeper as her head fell back against the pillow.

  She groaned once more as she neared orgasm. One without him. He'd want to punish her, and she'd welcome it. She loved it when he acted all badass around her. In fact, she wanted it. Even as independent as she had always been, she needed his commanding presence, lust and strength. It fueled all of those things within her as well. His needs fed her needs. Her eyes moved to the door. She grinned. There he stood, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed over his muscled chest. He looked angry—the edges of his mouth turned down and narrowed eyes fixed on her undulating body.

  “Hello, lover.” Her words were a raspy purr of arousal.

  Samael, her lover and the object of her lusts, filled the doorway with his presence. Samael, with his lithe, muscular body, tattoos on his arms, long, dark hair that fell past his shoulders, and when angry, eyes so dark they were fathomless against his paler skin. He was her dark demon, the possessor of her very being, her soul. He continued to stand there, arms crossed over his chest. Samael’s dark eyes turned hazel as they slowly traveled her body to focus on her fingers, which continued to thrust in and out of her pussy. The change in eye color was a sure sign of his rising lust, a hue she was well acquainted with and wanted … no, craved to see.

  "I ordered you to wait, Lili." She heard the impatience in his voice.

  Biting back a small moan, she arched her back up off the bed, her eyes still connected with his as her fingers curled to stroke her g-spot.

  "You order me to do a lot of things, Sami. I don't always listen."

  He gave a low warning snarl. A groan from her was the response he received. He hated when she shortened his name from Samael to Sami. Her eyes moved down his body with leisure, exploring every nuance that made up the fabulous male standing before her. The black t-shirt fit his muscled form well, along with the black jeans that did little to hide his huge hard-on.

  "You protest, yet your cock is enjoying the attention I'm giving myself. Seeing as you were late, I thought it would be okay to start without you. Honestly, do you think I would rather have your cock or my fingers?" All the while, her fingers continued to plunge into her tight core, her legs bent on the bed as she arched her back. She splayed her legs out before him so that he saw every thrust.

  "Lili, you're just begging to be spanked." She shivered and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. His words sparked more need than fear. His approach was leisurely as he watched her continue to pleasure herself. She moved her free hand between her spread thighs and tugged at her clit. "Stop your fingers now. Remove them or you'll not get what you want from me."

  With measured deliberation, Liliana pulled her fingers from her pussy. Keeping her eyes on Samael, she slowly, teasingly licked them clean. His eyes narrowed, and Liliana smirked. "You didn't say I couldn't taste."

  "Remove the fucking dress, Lili. Do it quickly, or you will not get a chance to come as you need to. Then get your pretty little ass on your knees and hold on to the headboard." His words quickly wiped the smirk off her face. She didn't say anything as she got to her knees and slipped the sundress off, tossing it to the floor. With one last look of feigned defiance, she turned to settle on her knees with her hands clutched to the headboard. The rustling of his clothing filled the otherwise silent room, and then they were skin to skin. His cock, hard and throbbing, pushed against the crease of her ass as his body pressed close to hers from behind.

  Her breath caught in anticipation of his touching her as she craved. She did not say a word. If Liliana tested him, he would follow through on not letting her come. That could not happen; she wanted him bad. A soft mewl slipped from her lips as the head of his cock stroked along her dripping entrance. Her hands tightened on the headboard when he pressed into her. His lips were only an inch from her ear as he spoke with what could only be devilish delight.

  “You’re dripping, Lili. So wet for this cock, aren’t you?”

  “That’s a fucking understatement.” Cheeky. It's what he was used to receiving and what she was used to giving. Teeth nibbled along her earlobe, and then he bit down hard, only to suck the lobe into his mouth. She shuddered. He pressed in. The head of his cock entered her, though he did not move an inch more. One of his hands cupped her hip, while the other stroked into her hair and tugged her head back, causing her body to arch as he pulled her to her knees. She groaned in pleasure as this angle pushed him in deep, and each thrust pressed against her g-spot.

  “I could always leave you like this, Lili. Needy for my cock and not allowed to come.” She whimpered in protest; she couldn't help it. He had her, and they both knew it. She shook her head, the tug causing a bit of a sting as his fingers still held her hair.

  “No. Please
, Samael. I need you.”

  “Are you sure just any dick won’t do? Or any fingers for that matter?” He thrust heavily into her. Every solid inch of him filled her completely. Then just as quickly, that full feeling was gone as he pulled almost completely out. Only the head of his cock was inside of her, teasing her overly sensitive entrance.

  “No other cock, Samael, but yours. Only yours, my demon lover.” She hummed in pleasure as he thrust into her, this time not stopping. Their movements were in accord, and the emotion of it all caused her to sob as he leaned in, pressed fully to her back, to lick along the back of her neck. "Oh, please more, give me more."

  “I love it when you beg, Lili.”

  She knew, just as she knew begging him was something she loved to do. Even with the defiant part of her character, she always acquiesced to what he willed. The strange thing was she felt like she had known him in a past life and that he had been someone highly important to her. Somewhere deep within her soul she felt their connection. Not just because he was inside of her that very moment, but there was a deeper, more meaningful realization that they were meant to be. Each thrust within her fogged her memory. It was hard to think when he touched her. Her body knew him even if her mind had forgotten. Her soul and his were linked together.

  He pressed her forward so she was holding on to the headboard again, and then pulled back slightly so his body wasn't flush against hers. That was when she felt a stinging pain as his hand came down on her ass. She screeched in pain and pleasure, not having expected him to spank her. Pain turned to pleasure, radiating outward from her smarting ass, straight to her clit, causing it to throb. She felt he always knew when her mind was drifting, and that smack to her ass was her proof.

  "Focus, Lili, or I'll stop."

  She heard the serious tone in his voice, and with a ragged sob, she nodded her head frantically, afraid to speak, only wanting to feel. His thrusts sped up, the hand at her waist moved between her thighs. Deft fingers tugged at her clit, rubbing over the extended bundle of nerves making her back arch as she pushed back against him, rocking gently and causing his fingers to give her more pleasure. She gushed around his cock and groaned as her legs began to tremble.

  "Mmm, you are close, Lili. I can feel it." In response, her body tightened on him. Her inner muscles convulsed about his cock as she came hard, crying out. His hand moved from her hair to wrap about her waist and tug her close to his body so his strength supported her as she shook. His face nuzzled into the side of her neck as her orgasm continued to ebb and flow.

  Tortured breathing sounded through the room, hitting her ears. She realized it was coming from the both of them and then he was shouting as he released within her, filling her with his seed. His cry muffled against her skin as his cock shot threads of his thick cream into her tight recesses.

  It was almost too much, too much pleasure and need. Her orgasm left her overly sensitive. She moved against him, but his hands stilled her. "No, baby, stay right here with me." His voice sounded desperate. His words calmed her and made her press even closer to him. She could never comprehend the underlying pain and nervousness she heard in his voice at times like these. The urgency she felt in him made her wonder. What could possibly be worrying him? He was so strong, but then there were situations like this where he showed his vulnerability.

  "I wasn't going to, Samael. I never want to be apart from you. You know that." His hold loosened from her body, the death-like grip relaxing once more. He stroked his fingers up her body, capturing her breasts, squeezing and pulling at her nipples as he thrust into her, his cock still hard and pulsing even after his orgasm. She gasped then whimpered as he pulled out of her slowly, leaving only the head of his cock buried within her for just a moment longer.

  "Oh, how you love to tease me." She moaned.

  "I am not done with you yet. I will never be done with you." He thrust in slowly, inch by incredible inch until he was fully in. With a groan, he pressed his lips to the side of her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin, his thrusts within her nice and shallow. Those movements gave pressure only sufficient to tease and bring her to the brink, but not adequate to allow her to come. She felt his teeth nip her throat, and then he was sucking that flesh into his mouth, marking her. She gasped in pleasure from his love bites, his teasing setting her whole body on fire with need.

  "You're mine, Lili. Do you hear me? Mine."

  She shuddered, nodding at his words even as his tongue laved over the skin he had just bitten. She knew there would be a mark there, a mark given by him that would show the world she was his and his alone.

  "Get on your back." Samael moved away, and she quickly flipped to her back, her eyes on him, waiting to see what he would do next.

  Her eyes wide, she watched him as he moved his hand between them to grab his cock as he teased it along her lips, wetting his cock completely in her juices as well as his. The head of his cock circled her clit, and she whimpered, arching her hips off the bed.

  "What do you want, Lili?"

  She hissed as he smacked his cock against her clit. The pain was exquisite, and her pussy gushed with her juices. She felt it coating her inner thighs. Her hands moved to grip the bedding as she thrust up against him.

  "You. I want you, and only you." Smack. His cock hit her clit again, and she gave a low, fervent cry. Her eyes closed. "Puh-lease, Samael, fuck me!" Frantic. He made her so damn needy.

  He took her legs, placing them over his shoulders, as he positioned himself once more between her thighs. "Baby, I'm going to fuck you. Nice and hard like we both desire."

  The urgency returned. She could see it in his eyes. They were wild, and he again acted as if they would never see one another again. "Fuck me. Move with me, Lili." He pushed in deep, until his cock was hitting her womb, and then stopped.

  "Put your legs around my waist, and hold on tight." She did as he asked, locking her feet at the ankles, and held on for the ride. As soon as her legs locked at his hips, holding him into place, he began thrusting in and out of her at a furious pace.

  Their mouths met, and her lips took his in a fevered kiss, her tongue thrusting into his mouth. Her tongue fucked his mouth, just as his cock did her cunt, mimicking the same action they both craved. She rolled her hips in time with the swirling of their tongues, anxious mewls of pleasure emitting as his hands cupped her breasts and pulled at the sensitive nipples. His lips moved from hers to trail down her throat, nipping in between his words. With each nip to her skin, she groaned and arched her body in reaction, small whimpers escaping.

  "Such beautiful breasts you have, baby. Nipples as hard as diamonds and they are all mine, only mine." He buried his face in between her breasts, nipping her skin there. She found herself chanting that she was his with each nip to her skin causing a ragged groan to escape her parted lips.

  "I’m all yours, only yours, Samael."

  Their breaths matched each other's as their bodies collided repeatedly in a rhythm they'd memorized. They both gave a shout, shaking through a mind and body shattering orgasm. She fell against him, panting and trying to regain order to her breathing, trying to calm herself. He held her close, her face buried in the side of his neck. She didn't want their moment together to end. Neither did he; he didn't let her go.

  "Why can't I ever get enough of you?" Liliana whispered against his neck, not truly looking for an answer but wanting one just the same. Samael's hands stilled against her back.

  "It is the same for me, Lili. It's always you that I want and need, Lili. No one else will do."

  "But I feel it goes deeper than that, Samael." His hands resumed stroking along her back.

  "Don't analyze this, not right now. Not while we still have the night before I have to go again, my Lili." As if on cue, she felt him stir within her again. He was hard. As rigid as his cock was, her pussy was drenched. Samael was her other half, made for her, just as she was for him. More proof that they could not do without each other, they were insatiable. Their bodies synchronized
to each other’s. He set a fast pace that had her legs wrapped about his waist, her pressing up into him, moaning his name in that sinfully sweet way that only she could.

  It was the same every night. They met and pleasured one another, only for her to awaken in the early morning hours to find him gone. No explanation given, nor was it asked for. It just was. Though, the more she thought of it, the more she hated it and wanted to know why and if there was a way to put a stop to it. Throughout the night, they reached for one another, seeking solace in each other's arms.

  She automatically reached for him in the early morning light, though she knew he had already gone. "Samael,” she whispered softly, as if he could hear her.

  Tears filled her eyes and slid down her cheeks as she lay on her stomach, her hand rubbing his place on the bed in an attempt to soak up the last bit of his heat he had left behind.

  How was it possible to feel so much for one being? Eyes held shut tight as she fought back more tears, her thoughts turning to when they had first met. She had been out at a bar seeking something, anything, to stop the ache she felt. The need to touch him and for him to touch her always ran rampant through her. Her relationships with other men had always fallen flat.

  Hell, she had even tried being with a woman to make sure the reasons for her failed relationships with men weren’t because she wanted women. She felt arousal with those she was with, whether it was a male or female, but that was all. The consequence of her searching left her aroused and frustrated. She had been unable to gain pleasure by anyone else’s touch. Enter Samael.

  ****

  Two years prior

  Standing in the back of the club, Samael watched her body swaying to the music. Every eye in the room had zeroed in and locked on her form as she moved effortlessly. Long, dark hair swaying around her shoulders in a silken mass, her body wrapped in a black sheath, and black boots that made her legs seem endless. Her apple-shaped bottom was smackable; his hand itched to do just that, and her breasts, oh man, did he love to look at them.