LORD DEMON'S DELIGHT
Demons of Dunmore Series
by Gia Dawn
ISBN-10: 1599984113
ISBN-13: 978-1599984117
(Available in print and ebook)
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
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Candles by Studio3b based on Lord Demon's Delight
Lady Jessaline Nolan is as stubborn as her fiery red hair implies; thwarting her father’s wishes every chance she gets. The day of her impending forced marriage proves no exception. She swears she would rather marry a Demon of Dunmore than the man her father has chosen.
Lord Llewellyn Dunmore is happily unwed, as the men in his lineage have remained for generations. It’s become a family tradition. But he is drawn to the beautiful damsel in distress and agrees to save her on one condition—that she willingly succumb to his every sensual demand. To his utter surprise, she agrees.
While Jessaline’s father schemes to bring her back by any means necessary, Jessaline and Llewellyn spend their nights in decadent delight and three rather cranky fairy-godmothers lend their magical help to the lovers.
Darker secrets lurk, however, as well as a shadowy past that Jessaline is unaware of. Can the new love between Jessaline and Llewellyn survive when confronted with hidden truths?
Jessaline hesitated just outside the door. Her fingers shook and she was more nervous than she cared to admit. She had no doubt he would claim his portion of the bargain—no doubt he was more than capable of demanding his husbandly rights. She had seen and felt the proof of that more than once this day.
But he was huge, so long and broad she did not know how she would manage to fit him all inside her. Despite his words to the contrary, she was afraid he would hurt her. The goblets on the tray tinkled as her hands trembled again, and the newly familiar ache shuddered up from between her thighs.
Anticipation. Desire.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open—and almost dropped the tray in shock when she saw him sitting naked by the fire.
His hair was wet from where he had washed it, rivulets of water dripped down his neck. His chest was broad, smooth, a few faint scars from battle traced across the skin. She let her gaze roam lower, past the tensed muscles of his stomach, along the line of chestnut hair, to stare again at his heavy cock, watching in wonder as it moved beneath her gaze.
He shifted in his chair, stroked a hand across his balls, and adjusted the now rigid length of flesh so it rose up to lie across his stomach.
The glass chimed again as Jess's hands began to shake in earnest.
“Are you afraid?” His question surprised her. She dragged her gaze back to his face. He studied her from beneath his lashes. “I have promised not to hurt you.” So soft, his voice, soft and beguiling. “Put down the wine and come to me.”
It was a command Jessaline could not refuse. Her heart pounded too fast as she placed the tray on the floor. She longed for a glass of wine to calm the sudden rush of her breath and steady the shaking of her fingers so he would not see her discomfort.
He held out his hand and motioned her forward. Jess stepped closer, wishing she had some easy words to lessen her growing nervousness. She swallowed, her throat gone suddenly dry as she moved to stand before him.
“Take off your gown, lady.” His voice was still soft, but Jess heard how it had deepened and grown thick with his own dark emotion.
She lifted the hem and began to pull the heavy garment up her legs, knowing he watched her every move. She slid it across her breasts, feeling her nipples tighten as the rough wool scraped over them. She let the gown drop to the floor and stood draped in only her linen kirtle.
“That, too.”
Jess jutted out her chin and gave him her best glare. “Are you just going to watch me all night?” She needed him to touch her, to know whether his hands would prove as soft as his voice.
He chuckled, a purr that sent ripples of anticipation across her skin. “Oh, no. I intend to touch, stroke, explore and plunder every inch of your perfect flesh.” He straightened in his chair and leaned toward her, his smile one that would make the devil proud. “But first I want to look at you. All of you.”
Again that shock of fire quivered between her thighs. Jess tried to press her legs together, hoping to ease the throb radiating from their depths. He saw her squirm and his smile grew broader.
“The kirtle,” he said.
In a last spark of bravado, Jess tore the laces apart at the neck and shrugged the garment to the floor. Her skin tingled in the sudden chill, the goose bumps puckering her nipples even more. She felt wanton standing naked in the night, her husband's hungry gaze traveling the length of her.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered. Jess was pleased to hear a tremor in his voice. For the first time she thought of herself as wanted, desirable, someone more than just her father's pawn.
“Come.” He held out his hand and sat back in the chair.
Jess placed her fingers in his, feeling the faint tremor that shook them. He drew her down onto his lap, her back turned toward him and pressed against his chest. She felt her body shiver as he tucked her into his warmth, and sucked in her breath as the mass of him settled between the cheeks of her bottom.
He wrapped one strong arm around her, gathered her close, and let his other hand tangle in her hair. Jess could not stop her trembling as he nuzzled his face into her neck and let his lips trail across the sensitive skin to nibble at her earlobe.
Jess sucked in her breath as the delicious feelings washed over her. Now his hand swept through her hair to brush the outside of her breast. He hesitated, teasing her skin before closing his palm over its weight.
“Ahhh!” The sound escaped her as he found her nipple and let it slide between his fingers. He pressed harder and Jess had to bite her lip to keep from crying out again. She held her breath, tried to think, made a last effort to keep control as he took her nipple and pinched, firmer, rougher, while Jess twisted on his lap, trying to find some relief from the unbearable need that blasted down her stomach.
She heard his own intake of breath as her wiggling jostled his stiffened cock. Now his hand dropped to fall heavy on her thigh. Jess tensed when his fingers inched their way up her leg.
“Tell me to stop,” he said. His hand stayed motionless at the very top of her thigh. “Just say the word and we can come to an amicable parting.”
She shook her head and settled harder on his lap. Some wicked part of her she did not know she possessed urged her to wiggle once more against his turgid length. She could hear the amusement in his voice when he whispered in her ear.
“Is that the game you wish to play?”
His other hand fell to her opposite thigh and he slid both hands toward her knees. In one swift movement he spread her legs wide, holding them open with his thighs. Jess shivered when she felt the air hit the moisture of her open cunt. She felt exposed and unprotected—but she could not deny that she enjoyed the position she was in.
Slowly, he slid his hands up toward her mound, stretching her legs wider. Jess heard her breath grow heavy and hesitant, the anticipation almost more than she could take.
When he finally brought one hand across her tangle of curls, Jess felt her body jump to meet him. One finger rubbed into her slit, slowly moving back and forth as he spread the wet of her to make the passage smoother.
Jess moaned, the ache of need almost more than she could stand. “Please,” she whimpered, turning her head to nestle against his neck.
“Open for me,” Llew replied. “Let me touch inside you.”
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"Lord Demon's Delight has all the charm and allure of a sweetly erotic fairy tale—fairy godmothers charged with paving the way for young love, a domineering father, a beautiful heroine enthralled by her scandalous hero, and the anticipated happily-ever-after. The love scenes are tender with just enough earthiness to evoke memories of one's first touch, first kiss, first climax. LORD DEMON'S DELIGHT is sure to enchant."
— Chris, Romance Junkies
4.5 STARS! Dawn's book is a delight! The heroine is believable, independent and determined. The hero is a man most women would love to have, and the additional perks of his having two equally handsome and roguish brothers make for abundant humor. The three magical beings that intercede on love's behalf add to the plot of this remarkable fantasy of love.
— Romantic Times Reviews
5 Klovers! Not only was Lord Demon's Delight a scorcher of a read but it was fully packed with terrific secondary characters not only in the form of Llew's two roguish brothers who provided numerous moments of humor, but with three magical fairy beings whose querulous and entertaining dialogs along with magical spells helped to not only orchestrate Llew and Jess' meeting but aided in making sure the villains of the piece were stymied in their efforts to tear them apart. This was a fun and HOTLY sensual read that is guaranteed to keep you glued to the pages from start to finish.
— Marilyn Rondeau – Reviewers International Organization (RIO), CK2S Kwips and Kritiques
LORD DEMON'S DELIGHT should be on your shopping list this month.
Lori Ann, Romance Reviews Today Erotic
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