And within that sinful need for the Devil himself blazing through me, I saw the man within the monster. How badly he unraveled. How tightly he gripped the edge of the tub while handling me with the other. His red gaze burned bright again, and he looked a blink away from lunging.
“You want me,” I said, voice raw with my own wants. “And I think it devastates you.”
His trembling stopped. I’d frozen him in place once more.
“What bothers you more?” I spread my legs apart to taunt or beckon—I wasn’t sure. “That you want me or that you cannot fuck me?”
He squeezed my breast. “There are other ways I can penetrate you.”
“You won’t,” I declared. “You won’t force me. I don’t think you’d force anyone.”
“Keep thinking that way, and you’ll regret it.”
“So, you admit it.” The impulse to climb out and onto the monster was almost overwhelming, but I remained still. “You want me.”
The jerk of his body returned full force. He swept his gaze over every inch of my skin before reaching my face. “I want to fuck you.”
It was like a dam burst inside me at his admittance. My desire became a storm unlike anything I’d felt before.
“There are so many things I want to do to you. You might weep if you knew,” he went on, his voice a broken, raspy sound.
My craving for the horned devil only took root deeper inside me. The throbbing between my legs was so insistent, I no longer cared about teasing. I wanted relief from him. I didn’t care how, but Hades, I needed him to finish what I started.
Before I could drag his hand off my breast and shove it between my legs, the Devil inhaled sharply. His nostrils flared, and within a blink, he grabbed me under my armpits and yankedme out of the tub. Pure ecstasy flooded me as he dragged his nose between my breasts, inhaling repeatedly.
“No, no, no,” he said frantically, voice cracking on the last word. “Don’t tease me with such a small amount.”
Before I could wrap my legs around him, he tossed me onto his bed still wet and climbed over me. A moan tore out of me as he nosed my belly. My stomach fluttered and my pussy clenched on nothing. He kept saying no as he sniffed me.
“Kara, you smell…” There was desperation in his tone and movements that broke through my desire enough that I could sense something was wrong.
“You can smell me?” I asked, tensing beneath him. “Does that mean?”
“Not anymore.” I arched forward as the Devil rubbed his face across my stomach, like he was trying desperately to get back something lost. The action felt so intimate and tragic. “For a split second I thought I smelled a forest full of honeysuckle. I bet such a scent thrived in the sun, bathed in heat.”
He chuckled, and the sensation brushed against my flesh. “Of course, you smell like the heat of summer and honeysuckles. Something I’m never supposed to know or have.”
My heart rammed against my ribcage.
A part of me wanted to grab his horns and do… what?
I didn’t know. Pull him down to kiss me? Rip him closer so he could bury that desperate, searching mouth between my legs? Hold his head against my stomach and whisper that I smelled like honeysuckle for a reason—that there was still something pure inside me, and he’d found it.
But I said nothing.
The Devil lifted his head. “There had to be a reason I smelled you.” My clit throbbed, and he cocked his head. “You’re not afraid. You look…”
“You really are out of practice.” I practically groaned the words out as I squirmed my hips.
I saw the moment it clicked in his head. His eyes bulged. Flashing a hint of fangs, he gripped me under my thighs and spread them wide. The monster dove between my legs. I nearly shot off the bed as he buried his nose in my clit and inhaled. A finger slid down my folds. Since there was no pain, he must have retracted his claws for me.
“You’re wet.” His words came out gurgling, as if he were salivating.
Rising to my elbows, I glimpsed the massive horned male between my legs. “You can feel me?”
“No.”
I slumped backward, frowning at the dark ceiling.
