“I’m not wearing perfume.”
“You are.” His eyes went down her body. “The very best kind. The kind that’s going to make it impossible for me to sleep during the day. It’s your arousal. I can scent how much you want what I can give you.”
Erika was panting—and didn’t bother to hide it. Especially as his words sunk in. Wait, what? He wasn’t going further with this?
“Or maybe…” She slid one of her hands up to the nape of his neck. “Maybe we can do something more about this?”
The smile on his face was dark. Erotic. As hungry as she felt.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he purred.
And then he kissed her again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Back at Devina’s lair, the demon watched as her long-awaited happily ever after rose from the floor like he was a mountain range birthed by the earth itself, growing more powerful with each inch of height he unfurled for her very approving eyes. And when he was at his full vertical, his magnificence was too much for her, and she covered her face with her hands.
Beneath her palms, she was smiling as her eyes flooded with tears.
The sense of a long journey coming to an end, a home reached, a family finally established, struck her with such force, she swayed on her stilettos.
And that was when he touched her for the first time. It was just a fingertip, pressing into her sternum, between the swells of her hypersensitive breasts.
As Devina’s breath caught, that pinpoint of contact moved to the side slowly, and it took the fragile silk of her blouse for a little ride… until her taut nipple felt a rasp and then the cooler air.
“I’m going to fuck you,” the male said in a low voice.
Yes, you are, she thought as she lowered her hands—
Oh, God. He was aroused, fully aroused, his cock jutting out from his hips, clearly capable of doing the job she wanted it to, deep inside her core—
Her one true love clapped a hold on the base of her throat, right at her collarbones, and the smile he gave her was the kind that she imagined a serial killer wore when he was just about to go to work.
Between her legs, her clit throbbed.
Those strange, all-wrong eyes bored into her as he started to push her back, and she had no choice but to walk with him if she wanted to keep on her feet.
It was a dance between their bodies, a to-and-fro of balance and steps, all of it directed by him—and when the wall came up behind her and there was no farther she could go, he stopped, too. His upper lip curled back, and that was when she saw the fangs. Clearly, they’d been there all along, but she’d had too much eye candy to gorge on to notice them.
Devina moaned. She had a thing for vampires. She really did.
“You like these,” he murmured as he bared his canines at her.
She liked all of him. “Yes.”
“I plan on using them on you.” He pressed into the base of her throat with his grip. “For a while.”
Her breath came hard, pump pump. “You think you’re going to kill me, don’t you.”
“You look surprised. But you didn’t summon a Tinder date.”
Devina shook her head. “You can’t kill me.”
“Who’s going to stop me.” He glanced around at the clothes, the shoes, the bags. “Nobody’s going to save you. Especially after I put a gag in your mouth so no one will hear you scream.”
“I don’t need saving, lover.”
With that, she cast him off her with a burst of energy, sending him flying back through the air, all the way across to the very far side of her lair. As she slammed him into the solid concrete, the expression on his face was so fucking priceless, she wished she had a cell phone and could take a picture.
Now Devina was the one coming forward, and she deliberately left her blouse wide open, her exposed, tight-nippled breast bobbing with her stride. As his eyes locked on what she wanted him to see, she undid another couple of buttons and unveiled the other one.
She hoped he enjoyed the view. She was certainly approving of the way that enormous cock stood out at her, thick as her forearm, the potent sac beneath promising her all kinds of ejaculations—
Babies.
She faltered as the thought ricocheted through her.
A male like this… could get her pregnant, couldn’t he. If she wanted him to.
When she halted a good ten feet away from him, the male she was easily holding in place frowned. Then he strained, pulling against her hold. Which of course would get him nowhere. She was more powerful than that—
As his right arm broke free, he glared at his left like he was pissed it wasn’t following directions—and at the show of strength, Devina dropped the baby bullshit and narrowed her eyes. How was he that strong?