Maddox fisted the hair at the nape of her neck and tugged, forcing her head back. He buried his face into her neck, nibbled her earlobe and murmured, “I want to fuck you until you can’t walk straight, Eden, but if you don’t want this…” he breathed a guttural moan into her hair, “tell me now because I swear…” 

He didn’t finish, but she got the gist. 

Her panties dampened in an instant. Who needed an imaginary demon when she had a real one right here, sexy, hot and devilishly wicked? 

May the Lord have mercy on my soul. 

“Do it, Maddox.” Her voice sounded foreign, husky, loaded with a primal thirst that took her by surprise. 

It was no good, she had to admit that Maddox, both the demon and the human, brought out a fervent need within that had lain dormant for far too long. 

She’d dated a few men since Maddox, but no one she felt she could be intimate with, no one who made her feel like Maddox made her feel—sexy, desired, lusted after. 

He stilled, looked her in the eyes. “W…what…?” 

All resistance failed. She grabbed his butt and squeezed, pulling him closer to her. He knew what she meant, so why was he stalling? “You heard. I said do it. Now.” 

His eyelids drooped with unbridled lust and his eyes rolled. 

“Please,” she added with a smirk. 

In a flash, Maddox morphed into his demon. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.” 

She’d missed him too—so much it hurt. 

His eyes had turned black as onyx and glinted with immorality. Two curved horns protruded from his forehead, not big, but large enough to grab hold of should she so desire. And his tail… oh Lordy, that tail… the way it coiled and swayed behind him, hypnotically snake-like, and yet incredibly sensual too. 

I think I just came a little bit. 

He curled his tail forwards, then snaked it around her back, teasing her with its pointed tip as he trailed it down her spine. 

In a move so swift it took her breath away, Maddox spun her around so she faced his apartment door. With the tip of his tail, he undid the zip of her dress. Slowly, so goddamn slowly. 

She groaned in frustration, her cheek pressed against the door, its coolness no match for Maddox’s fiery heat. Her dress slipped down her shoulders. 

Maddox chuckled. “All in good time, sexy.” 

He moved her hair to one side and kissed her neck, her bare shoulder, his touch like scorching-hot candle wax ribboning across her skin, intense, delicious pain, and then indescribable pleasure that took her to dizzying heights. 

Using his tail once again, he hooked her bra strap and let that slip down her shoulder too. 

Eden pushed her bum cheeks backwards, then circled her hips as she rubbed herself against him. “I don’t want to wait,” she complained, convinced she was going to Hell, but not entirely certain it would be such a bad place. She’d happily follow Maddox into the deepest pits of eternal damnation if this was how he made her feel. 

“Hmm, I was hoping you’d say that.” Maddox inched back and muttered, “But not here. I won’t take you here.”

Without delay, he looped one arm around her back, the other behind her knees, and swept her off her feet. “Bedroom. Now,” he commanded, carrying her through the hall. 

She giggled. Hall, bedroom; either worked for her. As long as she got this sexy demon between her thighs, she’d have no complaints. 

She clawed at his shirt, ripping it open. Buttons flew in all directions as he rushed through his apartment and into his bedroom. 

He kissed her passionately, then placed her in a sitting position on his bed, his actions suddenly slower, gentle, almost… loving?