Page 59 of Midnight with the Devil

“I do.” She came up to him and gripped his red silk tie. “We missed midnight.”

“We did,” he agreed.

“You make love in the sun?” she asked, half teasing.

“I do.” His serious gaze was burning with lust, but there was something softer, sweeter shadowing his eyes that intrigued her.

The devil could have…affection? The danger about him had always drawn her in, but now the softer side was keeping her entranced. She wet her lips with her tongue, and he tracked the movement with his eyes.

“Do you feel well enough?” he asked quietly. “I wouldn’t—”

She yanked on his tie, pulling his head down to hers, and stole his lips with a heated kiss. His breath whispered over her lips a moment before they broke apart.

“I want to torture you with pleasure. Will you let me?” he asked.

“Define torture.” She kept a hold on his tie and nuzzled his throat, flicking her tongue against his skin. He tensed and suddenly cupped her ass. She squealed as he lifted her up, and she gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips as he carried her to the bed. When he dropped her onto her back, she caught the fresh scent of laundry.

“You washed the sheets? Let me guess—you snapped your fingers, and it was done just like that?”

He shook his head as he stripped off his coat and tie. “I guess you don’t remember coaching me on how to use the washer. You were pretty out of it. I thought you’d appreciate the grand gesture of me not taking the easy way out.” He stared at her just as he was rolling up his sleeves.

“Oh God, that’s fucking hot,” she said.

“Me or the laundry?” His voice was edged with seductive danger. It only made her hotter.

“Both, oh my God, both.” She scooted back on the bed as he turned and dug in her drawers for…pantyhose?

“I’m tying you up,” he growled softly, and she only struggled a little as he tied her hands to the headboard. He knelt between her thighs, and with one strong jerk of his hand, he ripped her panties off.

“Mortals.” He laughed darkly, the sound rich and sinful. “I willneverunderstand you.” Then he tossed her destroyed panties off the bed and pushed her thighs apart, baring her to his gaze. Strong hands gripped her inner thighs, keeping them wide open, and she trembled, knowing she couldn’t stop him from doing whatever he wanted.

He gazed down at her, his brown eyes black like obsidian again.

“Slow and gentle…or hard and fast?” he growled softly. The sound was almost animalistic, almost demonic. She would’ve said slow and gentle, but she washurtingfor him, and she knew she could take it if he went hard. Shewantedthat frenzied lust. She wanted him to wreck her for all other men.

Devastate me. Break me,the dark voice in her mind begged him. By the red flashing of his eyes, she knew he’d heard her thoughts.

He moved back on the bed, kneeling over her spread thighs as he placed soft, slow kisses on her belly, then her mound. When his lips fastened on her clit, she whimpered at the excessive pleasure overtaking her. He was cruel with his tenderness, because she needed him to be rough, to take her hard and fast. Instead he was toying with her.

“Lucien, please…” She writhed beneath him, his mouth exploring her mound with flicks of his wicked tongue.

He gave her ass a sharp slap, and the light pain felt so damn good that her eyes blurred with tears. The bindings bit into her wrists as she struggled.

“You’re like a damn fantasy,” he rasped as he licked her slit. Her body responded with a flood of heat.

“The things I want to do to you…” He inserted a finger inside her, stroking her before he pulled out the soaked digit and sucked her juices off, licking his lips as he did so.

God, he knew just how to set her on fire. He continued to stroke her, sending her into shivers of pleasure. Her thighs quivered with exhaustion and desire.

“Lucien…”

His lips curved up.

“Lucien,” she said again in a ragged breath.

“Yes, pet?”

Pet. She hated and loved the word. He caressed her channel, spreading his fingers wide and stretching her.

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