Ruby Shadows by Evangeline Anderson (Erotic Paranormal Romance)
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Nothing is for free when it comes to demons…
An innocent witch who must journey through the seven circles of Hell
And the dark and dangerous demon who will guide her
Will Laish be able to keep Gwendolyn safe in the Infernal Realm
Or will the lose themselves among the Ruby Shadows?
Smexy Excerpt…
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She moaned softly and I felt a little of the tension leave her thighs as she opened wider to me.
“That’s right,” I murmured, placing a soft, open mouthed kiss just where her thigh met her body. “Open for me, Gwendolyn. Let yourself relax—I will never hurt you.”
“Laish…” she whispered and reached out to stroke my cheek as I started on her other thigh. I nuzzled against her hand, kissing her palm tenderly. Gods, she was so lovely—so delicate. I could think of no place in any realm I would rather be than here on my knees before her, servicing her with my tongue.
Finally, after kissing and licking her inner thighs for some time, I felt she was ready. She was shifting around on the couch impatiently and her pussy was so wet I could see the ripe berry of her clit clearly begging for attention. I knew how sensitive she was there—too sensitive for direct contact with something as crude and rough as a hand or finger. But lips and tongue are always softer—I thought she could bear my oral attentions to her more delicate areas quite well.
“I’m going to kiss you now, Gwendolyn—really kiss you,” I told her softly. “Look at me. Watch me kiss your sweet little clit.”
“Laish…” I loved the way she breathed my name…the way her eyes followed me as I leaned in again and laid a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her throbbing clit through the thin panties.
I prolonged the kiss as long as I could, not really licking—just pressing the flat of my tongue to her sensitive little nub.
Gwendolyn gasped and her eyes widened. I knew she was feeling the heat of my mouth, knew that every nerve in her body was alight as I kissed her so gently. And Gods, she tasted so damn good. Salty and sweet and completely feminine. How I longed to push the little scrap of fabric to one side and really lick her—to lap her sweet cunt until her honey flowed for me, until she moaned and gasped and called my name and came all over my face.
But slowly—I had to take things slowly, I reminded myself. I ended the kiss and drew back to look up at her.
“How does it feel, mon ange?” I murmured, catching her eyes.
“Good,” she admitted in a low voice. “Probably better than it should.”
“We are committing a sin,” I reminded her, trying not to laugh. “So I suppose that is a given.”
“I guess so.” She bit her lush lover lip. “When, uh, when do you think the barrier will break?”
“I think that in order to pay the tax I will need to kiss you much more deeply…without your panties in the way,” I told her candidly.
“More deeply?” Her breathing was shallower now and her eyes were wide and uncertain. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I need to put my tongue deep in your pussy and lick your naked, open cunt until your honey flows for me. Until you come,” I growled.
I watched her face to see how my words affected her. I knew that saying them—describing exactly what I wanted to do to her—made my shaft hard enough to fuck through solid stone. But I wanted to be certain I hadn’t gone too far—said more than she wanted to hear.
“Laish!” she protested again but to my intense pleasure I saw no lessening of her desire. In fact, her breathing became even faster—she was almost panting now—and her scent intensified. Oh yes, my little witch liked it when I talked dirty to her—liked it a lot.
“Will you let me, Gwendolyn?” I asked, stroking her inner thighs gently with my fingers. “Will you strip away these little panties and bare your pussy completely for me?”
“I…I shouldn’t want to,” she whispered.
“But you do.” I looked at her intently. “You want to open yourself and let me tease your clit with my tongue until you come all over my face.”
“Goddess, when you talk like that…” She shook her head, clearly unable to go on.
“I’m only telling you what I want to do, Gwendolyn,” I murmured. “Only describing exactly how I want to taste your sweet, ripe pussy.”
About the book: Ruby Shadows (Born to Darkness Book 3)
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Nothing is for free when it comes to demons…a fact that Gwendolyn LaRoux finds out the hard way when she summons Laish, a minor demon from the Shadow Lands to help her cook up a little black magic. Unfortunately black magic has a way of growing and soon Gwendolyn finds herself drowning in darkness. Still, she’s determined to clean up her own mess. But when a creature from the Abyss enters our world and threatens her beloved grandmother, Gwendolyn has to admit she needs help—which means summoning the infuriating Laish, even though she swore never to call on him again.
Answering Gwendolyn’s incantations in a moment of boredom was a mistake for a demon who keeps what little heart he has left under lock and key. Laish immediately fell for the Creole beauty with jade green eyes and creamy, café au lait skin and now he’s determined to have her—no matter what the cost. And thanks to Gwendolyn’s sticky dilemma, the price just went up.
When it turns out that the intrepid witch must travel through the Shadow Lands and close the door she left open to the Pit, she knows at once she can’t make the dangerous journey on her own. Of course Laish is more than willing to act as her escort and bodyguard…for a not-so-small fee. Gwendolyn doesn’t want to use her body as a bargaining chip but the lustful demon will accept no other form of currency. And since her grandmother’s life is at stake, she has no choice. Little by little she must give in to his demands.
As Gwendolyn and Laish travel further and further into the interior of Hell, will he be able to keep her safe? And will she be able to keep her innocence? Or with they lose themselves and each other among the… Ruby Shadows?
“Laish…” Her voice trembled and her eyes were uncertain.
“Take off your panties,” I ordered softly. I could have done it myself, could have slipped the little scrap of white lace off or simply torn it away with a single twist of my fist. But I wanted Gwendolyn to do it—wanted her to make a conscious decision to bare herself for me—to open herself completely.
