An Angel on A Demon's Shoulder (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (Demon Brothers' Trilogy Book 3) Read Online Free Page A
she not. She eased her arms around his neck, rewarded by the groan that sounded through his chest as he pulled her closer.
So close. Her breasts ached beneath her soft, white robe, wanting his touch. She pulled back slightly to whisper his name. “Remington.”
He kissed the edge of her mouth before trailing kisses along her jaw. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispered back.
She didn’t believe him. Not really. Men, demons, said things in the heat of the moment. Then it didn’t matter. He was groaning, and she was moaning as the kiss went deeper, harder, rougher, his hands pressing against her back while she opened up for the thrust of his tongue.
He pulled her up on him, so her body was snug along his. His thick arms surrounded her, while his mouth tasted her. Heaven, she thought. He tasted just like heaven
“Why is this happening?” she asked. His hand closed around her breast, squeezing the fullness. Clementine gasped, her eyes drifting close. He dragged his thumb across her nipple, and a tremor stole over her.
“Why does it matter?” he whispered as he nibbled on her ear at the same time he pinched her nipple.
What did it matter? Clementine asked herself. It didn’t. Except… there was no future for her with him. Just a good time.
Again, the little imp that seemed to dog her steps lately asked, what did it matter?
It mattered because Clementine wanted that future. She wanted a husband and babies.
She somehow managed to get her hands between them and pushed against his chest. He let her pull away, even helping her to stand when her wobbly legs wouldn’t support her. He didn’t ask her to stay.
And that was Clementine’s answer.
~*~
There were some parts of Remington’s job that he loved and some that he hated. Slime exploding from a runaway troll was something he most definitely did not like. One hard hit and the creature’s jaw had exploded, showering him with the green, sticky substance. He shoved the troll into the iron-barred cell and turned away. Unlike in the human realm, in hell, there was no paperwork or red tape when an escapee was returned. He’d caught the bad guy, returned him to jail, and that was it.
Wiping the disgusting ooze from his face, he opened a portal and left hell behind for another day. He breathed in a lungful of fresh air as the portal opened into his backyard on the human realm. Unlike his parents and siblings who had only recently purchased homes here, he’d had one for years. He’d gotten tired of living in hotel rooms when a bounty proved a little elusive. He couldn’t blame the souls from trying to escape. Hell wasn’t a nice place even for a demon.
Not wanting to get any of the green liquid in his house, he walked toward the large Olympic sized swimming pool he’d had installed when he’d purchased the house. He chucked his clothes then set them on fire. It was easier that way. No substance known to man could remove that stain. At once, he felt cleaner, lighter. But then he always did after a job was complete, especially if he didn’t have to take a life force. He did that part of his job well, but he never did it easily. All life was precise, but sometimes the creatures he hunted were inhibited by a force too vicious to remain in any realm.
He took a moment to imagine the feel of the cool water closing over him before he dived into the deep end. He swam underwater the entire length of the pool and back before coming up for air. The sensation of the liquid over his skin felt delicious. He could think of only one thing that felt better. The liquid heat of a woman’s pussy on his hot cock.
Diving again, he swam a few more laps, working off the excess energy that always clung to him after a job. Usually, he’d find a woman to fuck. But not tonight. He’d broken it off with the last woman he’d had warming his bed a month ago. She’d been almost perfect. Tall, blonde, experienced. But she hadn’t been Clementine.
He grabbed the edge of
So close. Her breasts ached beneath her soft, white robe, wanting his touch. She pulled back slightly to whisper his name. “Remington.”
He kissed the edge of her mouth before trailing kisses along her jaw. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispered back.
She didn’t believe him. Not really. Men, demons, said things in the heat of the moment. Then it didn’t matter. He was groaning, and she was moaning as the kiss went deeper, harder, rougher, his hands pressing against her back while she opened up for the thrust of his tongue.
He pulled her up on him, so her body was snug along his. His thick arms surrounded her, while his mouth tasted her. Heaven, she thought. He tasted just like heaven
“Why is this happening?” she asked. His hand closed around her breast, squeezing the fullness. Clementine gasped, her eyes drifting close. He dragged his thumb across her nipple, and a tremor stole over her.
“Why does it matter?” he whispered as he nibbled on her ear at the same time he pinched her nipple.
What did it matter? Clementine asked herself. It didn’t. Except… there was no future for her with him. Just a good time.
Again, the little imp that seemed to dog her steps lately asked, what did it matter?
It mattered because Clementine wanted that future. She wanted a husband and babies.
She somehow managed to get her hands between them and pushed against his chest. He let her pull away, even helping her to stand when her wobbly legs wouldn’t support her. He didn’t ask her to stay.
And that was Clementine’s answer.
~*~
There were some parts of Remington’s job that he loved and some that he hated. Slime exploding from a runaway troll was something he most definitely did not like. One hard hit and the creature’s jaw had exploded, showering him with the green, sticky substance. He shoved the troll into the iron-barred cell and turned away. Unlike in the human realm, in hell, there was no paperwork or red tape when an escapee was returned. He’d caught the bad guy, returned him to jail, and that was it.
Wiping the disgusting ooze from his face, he opened a portal and left hell behind for another day. He breathed in a lungful of fresh air as the portal opened into his backyard on the human realm. Unlike his parents and siblings who had only recently purchased homes here, he’d had one for years. He’d gotten tired of living in hotel rooms when a bounty proved a little elusive. He couldn’t blame the souls from trying to escape. Hell wasn’t a nice place even for a demon.
Not wanting to get any of the green liquid in his house, he walked toward the large Olympic sized swimming pool he’d had installed when he’d purchased the house. He chucked his clothes then set them on fire. It was easier that way. No substance known to man could remove that stain. At once, he felt cleaner, lighter. But then he always did after a job was complete, especially if he didn’t have to take a life force. He did that part of his job well, but he never did it easily. All life was precise, but sometimes the creatures he hunted were inhibited by a force too vicious to remain in any realm.
He took a moment to imagine the feel of the cool water closing over him before he dived into the deep end. He swam underwater the entire length of the pool and back before coming up for air. The sensation of the liquid over his skin felt delicious. He could think of only one thing that felt better. The liquid heat of a woman’s pussy on his hot cock.
Diving again, he swam a few more laps, working off the excess energy that always clung to him after a job. Usually, he’d find a woman to fuck. But not tonight. He’d broken it off with the last woman he’d had warming his bed a month ago. She’d been almost perfect. Tall, blonde, experienced. But she hadn’t been Clementine.
He grabbed the edge of
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