A Light in the Dark (Banish the Dark Book 1)

by Miranda Sapphire

When his huge warm hands palmed her breasts they both moaned, her head falling back at the wave of pleasure that rolled through her from that one touch. “Gods above and below but you are so soft, Claire. How are you so soft?”

“I think I know what you need, sweetness,” he murmured. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “Can I taste you, Claire?”

He broke their kiss with a groan, leaning his forehead against hers and panting. “You are the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced,”

He sat in his chair once more with a thump, looking dazed. “Seven hells, Claire. Is all that for me?” he asked, scooting forward and guiding her legs up and over his shoulders. She bit her lip, nodding. “All for you,” she whispered, undulating her hips in front of his face, arcing closer to that hot mouth of his.

His beautiful mouth sent bolts of pleasure through her that shattered the last scraps of her mind.

She was writhing beneath him, trying to rock her hips into his face, desperate for more pressure, more friction, but Beast was in control, and she was helpless but to let him take it.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life bringing her pleasure, making her wild for his touch only to sate her so well she was boneless and dreamy.

He couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to sink into her, to feel her clenching and squeezing all around him. Even just holding her, touching her idly in little ways, was proving potent and satisfying in a whole new way that defied all of his fantasies.

Every ounce of pain and terror he’d endured was worth it, to make it here, to be with her. For the first time in two hundred years, he hoped he’d get out not just to end the madness, but so that he could live again. Or perhaps even for the first time.

“I’m sorry, I think I misheard you. What did you ask?” “I asked if you wanted to join me for a bath.” “Ah.” He sat staring at her with his brow furrowed. And then he was up, his chair flung back and flipped over. He scooped her up, cradling her against his chest, her chair joining his on the floor. She laughed, slapping at his shoulder lightly, before wrapping both arms around his neck. “Is that a yes?” He grunted, his mind a wordless maelstrom.

“I want to do this. Sweet Delenaa, do I want this. But we haven’t even done anything and I already feel…so much. And I—I want to make it good for you. Whatever we’re doing here, I want you to enjoy it. I need that.”

Her hand began to stroke him under the water, her other hand gently massaging his scalp, and he would not have been surprised to find his brain dripping out of his ears at that moment.

Claire—whispering in his ear as she continued to work him, wringing him dry: “That’s it baby, come for me. You’re doing so good.” The sound he made was inhuman.

“There it is,” he purred, sliding his finger free of her sheath so he could add a second one. As he hit that wondrous spot again with his fingers he returned his mouth to her clit, suckling at it like she liked, and she was lost to madness.

She had not been exaggerating, when she said she’d rock his world. His world was rocked, shattered, vaporized in the wake of her tongue, her lips, her spit-slicked fingers.

If her mouth had been heaven, her cunt was above that, some forbidden realm that mortals were not meant to taste, and all he could do was cling to his composure and try to remember to breathe. She was so hot, and wet, and tight, and it was almost immediately too much.

“That’s it, Claire,” he breathed and she began to cry out, close to another orgasm already. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I want to see you come again.”

He could feel her tightening and fluttering around him, squeezing him with her inner walls, and it was torture, it was madness, it was salvation, and he was not going to be able to hold out anymore.

It was like it was a game to him, to outdo himself each time and make her come more times than he’d managed before. There were worse problems for someone to have.

“You going to give me a tongue bath, is that the plan?” His answer was giving her a long, languorous lick down the messy seam of her pussy, where their mingled releases were still damp.

“I like pillows! But twelve is too damn many.” “It’s exactly enough!”

He suspected he could be literally dead and she would still manage to rouse his corpse. She was powerfully beautiful.

But he knew now that the monsters weren’t really like that, they didn’t listen to anything but their own hunger. They took what they wanted with their greedy fingers and hungry mouths and laughed at all your tears.

Maybe Naja was too far gone, steeped in grief and rage for so long that all the sense and reason had been hollowed out of her.

you’re a good boy and eat and drink something I’ll suck your cock once we’re alone.” That perked him up: his eyes opened fully and he whipped his head around to look at her, narrowly missing her face with that horn of his, face flushed deeply. “Claire,” he said, sounding scandalized, but looking excited.

“My name,” he gasped, still giggling, “was Blare. Blare Malterran III.”

“If I want to carry my mate,” he blushed, grinning wide and looking starry-eyed, “then I will.”

she was worthy of love on her terms, that she deserved to get what she needed from her partner, and that the right partner would be thrilled to give it to her.

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“You are the Odetimas!” He exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face. He barked a laugh, elbowing Valis. “The Beauty and the Beast!”