The Devil Inside Me (#1)

*Hello and thank you for checking out my story. First let me explain what this is. This is part of an erotic novella by me, C. Harrison-Lane - a sampling of a published work. It is intended to be erotica and is not recommended for readers under 18. The chapters posted here have been kept simple, but if you're interested, you can purchase the full version on Kindle or Smashwords. I've included the information and links at the end.*

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The Devil Inside Me

Tex copyright C. Harrison-Lane 2012

Chapter One

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Ava opened her eyes in the dark, surprised to see Rike standing over her.  His unusual shadow was looming against the ceiling of the dim hotel room, cast by the city lights beyond the window.  His body may have looked human, but his dark reflection, at least, knew exactly what he was.

I know he’s a demon, she thought as she looked up at him from the bed, unmoving.  He might hunt demons, but he’s got their blood in him too.   

He was observing her form, studying the shape of her body.  The sheet clung tightly to her naked skin, cupping her breasts, hugging her hips and accentuating every part of her heavenly shape.  The covers had shifted as she’d slept, leaving one breast exposed, round and soft before his eyes.  When she saw the way he looked at it, her nipple tightened, reaching up to him, wanting his caress.

I shouldn’t let him look at me like this.  She knew that, but yet she couldn’t move to pull the sheet back over her.  She wanted him to look.  Even though she knew and feared what he was, she couldn’t deny her attraction to him.  She wanted his eyes – and his hands – on her.  She wanted his lips on hers and his tongue in her mouth.

He was full of hellfire, and she wanted him to burn her.

Rike leaned down, his eyes staring into hers.  She felt the weight of his body pressing her deeper into the mattress.

“Ava…” he sighed, bringing his lips down near hers.  She opened her mouth a little, waiting for his kiss.

Caught there in the dark with him, she closed her eyes, more than willing to let the devil inside her…

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Ava gasped sharply as she woke up.  She shot up in the bed, breathing hard, holding the sheet up across her breasts.  Her nipples were still tight and erect, sensitive to her own hand, but she tried to ignore them.  She was wet between her thighs, her clit swollen in her arousal, but she just breathed deeply, urging it to fade.

Get a grip, she told herself, brushing her tangled blond curls back from her face.

When she saw that the object of her dream was still in the room with her, she felt her face grow hot, but he was not looking her way.  Rike was reclined against the sofa, seeming relaxed, but not asleep, gazing out the window.  Ava felt herself calm a bit when she realized that there was no way he could have known what her dream had been, but when he looked over at her, she felt uneasy again.

“You alright?” he asked.  He looked tired, but it was his job to be alert as she slept.  He was working for her, after all.

“Just a dream,” she confessed, shifting her breasts beneath the sheet.  They were aching, but her nipples had finally decided to behave.  Truth be told, she was a little embarrassed by how her body was acting.  She’d never been given to such lusts before.