Perdition guide Damian is supposed to escort sexy Amanda to Hell. But he’d much rather keep her.
Damian Noire is a Perdition Guide. He escorts people who die to their rightful spot in Hell. Business always seems to pick up around the Holidays and this Christmas is no exception. Damian’s assignment is to bring a beautiful young woman to Hell to stand before the judgment assembly, and then take her to her assigned circle of Hell. It sounds simple. But it’s about to become the hardest assignment he’s ever performed.
Amanda Wright might have been unjustly judged. She might not belong in Hell at all. Problem is, Damian really kind of likes her. He especially likes enjoying her lush, willing body under the mistletoe. If he gets her the judgment she truly deserves, he’s probably going to lose her forever. But if he doesn’t help her, an innocent may spend eternity in Hell. It appears to be a lose/lose situation on all fronts. Proving once again that holidays truly are hell!
Damian’s arms tightened around her and he just held her as she sobbed. “After a moment Amanda took a deep breath and realized she no longer smelled death. Scrubbing her cheeks with the back of her hand, she looked up and saw the endless blue of an ocean spreading out before her. Beneath Damian’s feet the sand was sparkling black.
She sniffed. “Black sand? Where the hell are we?”
“Southern arc, just above the Earth’s core.” Damian grinned down at her.
“That’s where we are in Hell. The boiling sea, to be precise.”
Amanda looked around. Aside from the strange color of the sand, the place looked like any completely deserted beach. “Really? We’re in Hell right now? Wait… Did you say boiling sea?”
“It’s not really boiling. Some asshole named Shakespeare was waxing poetic about it one day and the name kind of stuck. It’s really more the steaming sea. The water’s hot, but think hot tub rather than scalding.”
She pushed against his chest and he let her slide to her feet. The sand was incredibly smooth and hot. It felt wonderful on her surprisingly bare feet. In fact — she looked down — her whole person was suspiciously fabric free. “Hey!”
Damian, who was equally sans textiles, dragged her close. “You want to earn your vixen title, don’t you?”
His lips found hers and Amanda felt their heat spearing through her, twisting her stomach with instant need and making her clit throb. She slipped her fingers through his hair and held him in the kiss. Not that there was any danger he’d leave. His massive shaft already pressed hard and ready against her belly, and his arms wrapped her in an inescapable grip.
She moaned as his tongue teased its way through her lips. Wrapping a leg around his, she pressed her aching mons against his shaft, nearly whimpering with the need to feel it stretching her.
With a feral groan, Damian lifted her and positioned her over the rigid shaft. He slid deep inside, stretching Amanda’s body to accommodate his girth and length. She was so ready, so wet for him, that his shaft glided easily, the bulbous head grazing the super-sensitized skin within her body and sending spirals of delight coiling through her.
Damian moved, and she was suddenly on her back in the silky sand, his bulk a comfortable weight driving her into it. He thrust deeply and pulled slowly back, prolonging each delicious sensation until she thought she’d cry from the wonder of it.
He brought her body to life. Every inch of her skin screamed for his touch, reveled in it. And when his lips covered hers, his delicious, spicy scent enfolding her in heat, Amanda realized nothing in her life had ever been so sweet. Nothing could ever compare to the feeling of making love to the demon moving so slowly, so carefully inside her body.
Emotion roiled within her breast. Sensation blossomed. And she suddenly wanted more. Needed… more. “Harder, Damian. Faster.”
He lifted his lips, fixing her with a look that seemed forged from fire, seasoned in flame. “Are you sure, vixen?”
Amanda favored him with a slow grin, then pulled his head down and clasped her teeth over his lush bottom lip, biting hard enough to draw blood.
He gasped in surprise and something dark entered his gaze. When he looked at her again, a single flame sparked in each eye. “You might earn your new title faster than I’d thought, vixen.”