To make the week worse, her incubus website designer, Thadeus, has been trying to lure her into bed for the last three thousand years, and shows no signs of giving up any time soon. Everything is on the line, including her position. Falling in love with Thadeus could only make matters worse. She truly believes she isn’t meant to have a happily ever after. Besides, demons aren’t capable of love—or are they?
When all hell breaks loose, literally, Karma must decide whether to stand up and fight for everything she has ever known, or let it go. Love dangles in the balance. Are the two of them nothing more than pawns stuck between good and evil like she had always believed? Or have thousands of years of diligent service earned her the happily ever after she deserves?
This tale is written in multiple points of views from the perspectives of angels and demons, based on how they might react given the situation they are in. This story is not meant to disregard or make fun of religious beliefs in any way, nor in any way discount any persons or religions.
Approach this book and understand that it was written as a light-hearted, slapstick, romantic comedy. A 'Three Stooges collides with good and evil' type of tale. If you don’t enjoy laughing, smiling, or otherwise enjoying yourself, this book isn’t for you. If you are looking for a light, feel-good read, this may be what you’re looking for.
Thadeus plucked the empty glass from her fingers. “Stress isn’t a good look on you. Let’s dance.”
With a wave of his hand, the jukebox record skipped and an upbeat Latin tune began to play. He tugged her hand, urging her to follow him to the dance floor. Angels and demons cleared the floor, no doubt because Thadeus made them. Such immense power, she chanted inside her mind. Gotta love a powerful demon. An abrupt twirl and Karma spun, smacking up against his chest. Damn, he smelled so wonderful. His hand slid to the small of her back and he swiveled his hips against her.
Oh, hell. The Lambada. The forbidden dance.
The music echoed in her ears as their bodies came together in a sinful display. Thadeus led with confidence, causing her body to move in ways she hadn’t realized she was capable of. His rock hard body pressed against her, hands gliding down her back to her hips, stopping to squeeze and grind his hips against hers.
Their eyes connected. Fierce emotions were communicated, warring with lust and hate, overpowering and intoxicating. He dipped his head down and kissed her neck. His breath was on her neck, their bodies in perfect rhythm, hands seeking to touch. Slowly he turned to look up her, lips dragging up her throat to her chin. Need radiated from the depths of his gaze. Their lips were so close. She wanted to kiss him again, wanted to feel the heat once more, but fear gripped her, because if he kissed her now, she wouldn’t say no… to anything.
Thadeus nipped her chin and smiled so seductively, eyes twinkling with promise. She felt safe and loved in his arms. He held her as if he cherished her, adored her, and she was dangerously close to losing her control. “Need me, Karma. Want me,” he whispered and grazed his lips over hers. “Say the word and I’m yours.”
“Kiss me, Thadeus,” she said, unable to ignore the centuries of emotions for him that kept her up late at night. Her future was uncertain and looking bleaker by the day. If her world as she knew it ended next week, she damn sure wanted to go out with a bang.
Heat enveloped her, starting from her head and trailing down to her toes. Thadeus was using every bit of incubus magic on her and it was the most amazing feeling. Not a part of her body felt untouched. Everywhere zings of pleasure raced across her skin until she was short of breath.
“I want you, Thadeus. I need you,” she whispered and he groaned, twirled her once last time and they poofed out of The Hole.
Dizzy from the abrupt transport, Karma opened her eyes. Thadeus held her, pleased with his choice of location. Her feet were bare, sand pushing up between her toes. He trailed a finger over her bottom lip, leaving a buzz behind. “I have never wanted anything more than I want you at this very moment.”
Karma felt her eyes sting. No one had ever gazed upon her the way Thadeus did and it warmed the cold region of her heart. No emotion, she said to herself. This was about letting go. It was about living her existence to the fullest. It was about giving in to a desire that had raged for centuries.
“Take me, Thadeus. I’m yours.”
Every touch and every kiss resonated in Karma’s soul. Passion and lust, want and desire—her blood flowed at a quickened pace, heart racing, skin tingling. The buzz that raced over her skin was especially delightful, sort of similar to having low voltage electrical probes attached to her pressure points. She hummed, enjoying every region he affected, which seemed to be all of them.
With little effort, Thadeus swept her up in his arms and carried her toward a bed with an amazing backdrop. Waves crashed in, creating a gentle and pleasurable roar. He gently laid her down, placing chaste kisses from her collarbone to her neck. When he reached her ear, he murmured in a dark tone, “Mine.”
His body covered her, his weight a reminder of his size and strength. Breathing became problematic, but who needed to breathe? Every part ignored the lack of oxygen she took in and yearned for more. “Thadeus,” she moaned and clutched his muscled chest, unable to believe how her body responded to him, how he made her feel. “I had no idea.” And by idea, she realized he’d been holding back all these years.
Thadeus chuckled in an arousing tone, sending more desire flooding throughout her system. The sensations pushed her toward orgasm, and all she could do was hold on, and allow her body to give in. A cry of ecstasy combined with the sounds of the waves, words unintelligible, and at that point, not worth speaking.
As her body contracted and released, she offered a contented sigh, realizing they were both still fully clothed. Apprehension caused her to tremble. If Thadeus could take her to such heights with her clothes on, what would happen with them off?
It was then she recalled a demon once saying, “Once you have an incubus, you’ll be ruined for anything else.”
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