THE DEVIL INSIDE
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for adult readers who are comfortable with frank language and descriptions of
Imagine waking up one morning with a dramatically increased libido
and the gift of psychic sexual intuition. Imagine being able to
read other people's sexual fantasies through the gift of extra-sensual
This is exactly what happens to the usually conventional Alexa
Lavelle after minor head injury whilst on holiday in the Caribbean.
And in order to satisfy her strange and voluptuous new appetites,
she is compelled to seek the company of exotic new friends and associates.
Beginning with an encounter with the sophisticated and enigmatic
doctor, Beatrice, and her gorgeously lusty 'companion' Drew, Alexa
finds herself drawn rapidly into a world of bizarre eroticism and
Faced with the ultimate test of her body, her mind and her senses,
can the newly transformed Alexa confront the devil deep inside?
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1. A New Woman
One morning, in May, on the sunlit island of Barbados, Alexa Lavelle woke up
a new woman. To describe it that way was a truism, she knew, but it did sum
up what she felt. She just wasn't the same woman she'd been yesterday.
The world around her seemed different too. Colours were brighter; sounds were
clearer; smells assaulted her nostrils so pungently that their richness made
her feel almost giddy. Lying still between the crisp cotton sheets of her wide
hotel bed, Alexa experienced the weirdest sensation, a kind of buoyant rising-up
that enthralled her, and turned her head the like sweet island rum.
The thought of spirits made her wonder if she was genuinely drunk. She remembered
having headaches in the night, but felt nothing now. On the contrary, she couldn't
recall ever having felt more healthy. She felt like running or skipping or jumping
in the air. Her limbs were tingling with a great excess of energy, and her skin
felt soft as silk and smoothly glowing.
Still trying to discover what'd happened to her, she thought back to the previous
day. Her memories were one complete, seamless flow, yet at the same time, it
was as if she was seeing the action through a filter. Today, she had a whole
new set of perceptions that suddenly made yesterday seem drab.
Taking in a deep breath of the ocean-scented air, Alexa stretched, then made
another discovery. Although completely alone, and so celibate since the start
of her holiday that she'd hardly even thought about sex, she was suddenly
aware of being aroused.
Alexa had always enjoyed lovemaking - sometimes so much so that it scared her
- but right now, she felt a jolt of sharp desire. The physical symptoms were
real and unmistakable, and so intense they left no room for doubt.
Between her legs, and in the pit of her belly, she had a fierce urge to be
filled by a man. No particular man, just a man in the abstract. One that was
strong, hard, and enduring; and alive with a lust that matched her own.
What the devil's happened to me? she wondered, stirring and stretching luxuriously,
then waiting for some kind of payback. She could remember why she'd had
the headaches now, but it still didn't account for everything else.
Two days ago, after falling on slippery rocks and bumping her head, Alexa had
spent a couple of hours in the island's main medical centre. The staff there
had examined her thoroughly, done various scans and tests, but found nothing
at all untoward. She'd been unconscious a second or two after the bump, but
not, they said, suffered true concussion. When her fitness to leave had been
pronounced, she'd been sent back to the hotel with the simple instruction to
'take things nice and easy' - which wasn't difficult at the St James's Cove
But last night things had not been nice and easy. Half awake and half asleep,
Alexa had just lain in her bed and endured, her dozy, pain-fuddled mind imagining
demons jabbing spears inside her temples. Too enervated to move, she'd promised
herself she'd seek help in the morning... But when morning finally came, both
the headaches and the demons were gone, and she'd woken up to sunlight and the
soothing island heat.
And this unignorable craving for sex...
Stretching her fingertips slowly towards the white, stuccoed ceiling, Alexa
sat up and looked around her. All her familiar possessions were here in the
room with her: her clothes, her toiletries, her souvenirs and knickknacks. And
yet somehow, they didn't seem to be hers any more. Her pink sundress, draped
over a woven-backed chair, looked irritatingly prim and 'covered-up'. Likewise
her shapeless towelling dressing gown. She remembered loving the robe when she'd
bought it, and enjoying its soft, cosy comfort; but now she suddenly wished
it was sleek and frivolous instead. Something exotic in flimsy watered silk.
Red, with a fire-breathing dragon on the back...
Now where did I get that from? she thought, re-examining the sensuous image,
then realising it was one she'd really seen. Her new friend Doctor Quine - the
woman from the next cabana - had a scarlet robe with a dragon. Alexa remembered
seeing it draped half on and half off Beatrice's near-naked body as they'd lazed
together yesterday by the pool. The Doctor had an incredible shape, slim yet
thoroughly sumptuous, and she had a habit of displaying almost all of it. She'd
stretch out like a graven idol on her lounger - in the shade because her skin
was very pale - and let her handsome young 'companion' read her poetry, in French,
from a small, white leather-covered book. Alexa's French wasn't marvellous,
but she could tell from the odd word or two, and more so from Drew's deep, velvet-brown
voice, that the verse was deliciously obscene.
Flinging aside the single top sheet, then peeling off her white cotton nightie,
Alexa made a long, puzzled study of her body. Like her mind, it was nominally
the same as yesterday, but even so, she seemed to see changes. Her shapely,
firm-fleshed thighs seemed to invite her touch, as did the softly-haired triangle
of her sex. She felt her neat, dark pubis demanding something of her, something
she'd mostly always done with a slight, childish guilt, but which now she anticipated
eagerly. Her crisp black curls had a springy new lustre this morning, an opulence
that encouraged exploration.
Her breasts looked different too. More rounded, more voluptuous. Alexa knew
it was a trick of the mind, but they seemed to thrust upwards and insolently
outwards, and challenge her to fondle and caress them.
Experimentally, she placed the pad of one finger against the lightly tanned
curve of her abdomen; then gasped aloud in surprise. A clear, silvery sensation
seemed to shoot from the point of contact, just beneath her navel, and attack
the very heart of her sex. The urge to follow its path with her fingers was
so strong and compelling that she bit down on her lip in pure shock. It felt
as if a man had kissed her belly, sucked it long and moistly, then pressed his
hand into the crease of her vulva.
On the bedside table stood her fiancé's photograph, but his smiling
face offered no answers. It wasn't Thomas who'd initiated the thrill. Alexa
had tried to think about him during the holiday, and she even tried now, but
there seemed far more than just glass - and an ocean - between them.
Oh Tom, I'm sorry, she thought confusedly, wanting desperately to connect with
But as she failed, utterly, another image formed instead; one so clear and
wickedly erotic that it made her face burn, and her limbs quiver crazily.
She was nude and sweating on this very bed, pinned and spread beneath a strong,
faceless man. They were writhing and struggling in a furious bout of sex, and
the stranger had his penis deep inside her. For her own part, Alexa could see
that her knees were bent and legs wrapped around him, and her heels were thumping
hard against his rump.
But the image was more than just sight. As clearly as she could see the empty
white room around her, she could feel the unknown man pounding into her. His
pulsing shaft was stretching and massaging her, and he felt massive in the cradle
of her thighs. With each new thrust, he drove in even further and ravished her
at her soft, molten core.
Hot yearning washed through Alexa, and pressing her hand to where her dream
man laboured, she found a well of mercurial slickness. The groove of her sex
was fluid and slippery and her labia were puffy and engorged. She felt alive
in every part of her with a heavy, tropic power, yet at the same time felt so
light she could fly.
Uttering a loud cry, Alexa smothered her last inhibitions, and gave in to the
devil in her belly. Her legs flexing, she kicked out wildly, then arched back
against the twisted white sheets. As her fingers danced, she made a final effort
to look towards Thomas, but his picture seemed almost transparent. In her mind
there was just 'man' - a immense, all-consuming presence that possessed her
without revealing his face.
Rubbing faster, her bottom bouncing up from the mattress, Alexa crooned joyfully
as orgasm bloomed. The pleasure made her legs wave, her loins clench, and her
hands claw savagely at the linen. For a moment, as madness gripped her, she
imagined she could see faces. All around, faces that should have meant
nothing to her, yet which suddenly had a breathtaking impact as bodies joined
the torrid inner scene. She saw handsome, tanned men from the hotel; smiling
black houseboys, their thin white trousers gaping open; total strangers all
primed and ready to serve her. She even saw her new friend Doctor Quine. A woman...
but naked and red-mouthed with desire.
What the devil's happening to me? thought Alexa Lavelle again, as she struggled
for control of her senses.
What's happening and why is it so good?
© Portia Da Costa and Virgin Books 1995 and 2013
Available in September 2013 as a Black Lace Classic from Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com