“That your smell is driving me fucking insane.”

I found the sweet spot and gasped. “What would you do to me, Devereaux? I want to know.”

He growled. “I’d have you against my mouth every morning and every night.”

Heat flushed my chest. I widened my legs. “What would you do with that mouth?”

“I wouldn’t be in any hurry. I can tell you that.”

Warmth was spreading through me. I detected movement from the couch, but I was too preoccupied with the sensations shuddering through my body to look.

His voice was closer. “I’d lure you in slow. Gentle. I’d take you to the edge, and when I had you where I wanted you…”

I arched and heard him curse low.

“What would you do then?” I turned my head and found him crouched by the kitchen entrance. Blue eyes glowed at me.

A deep rumble echoed in his chest. “Then I’d suck your clit into my mouth without mercy.”

Oh fuck. I circled my hips. Then faster, imagining the vibrator was Devereaux’s mouth. His fingers. I didn’t care as long as it was part of him. The power running through me because he was watching was a total rush—a heatwave sending me racing to where we both wanted me to be. “I want you between my legs.”

“I’m going to be there one day, sweetheart. But right now, I need you to let go for me. Only for me.”

I circled my hips faster. My pleasure. My mind and sense narrowed, tunneling, as I became lost to the heat filling me.

Devereaux’s voice filled that space. “I can see your nipples straining at the silk. Can you feel it rubbing on your breasts?”

I moaned again and heard him echo it.

“You have the most gorgeous body I’ve ever seen,” he whispered. “Show me more, sweetheart.”

Lifting my free hand, I pulled aside the silk covering one breast, and then the other.

Devereaux hissed.

I opened my eyes, meeting his glowing gaze again. He was standing now, and I wished the light was on—that I could see him better and not just his shadowed form. I wanted to see how turned on he was.

I slid my vibrator through my slickness.

He inhaled. “You’re close.”

Was I ever. “I want you to touch me.”

A fierce snarl filled the room. He started to pace, trekking the invisible line he’d drawn for himself.

I slid my free hand over my stomach and the ministrations of my other hand slowed of their own accord. My hips jerked.

Yes.

“Tell me, sweetheart.”

“Devereaux,” I cried out, rocking against the vibrator as pleasure rocketed through my body, coating my mind in sheer bliss.

Distantly, I heard a crash. Then another.

A third.

The hellhound started howling.