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Naomi moaned into the kiss he all but slayed her with—it was hot and bold and wild. She grabbed at his shirt as she kissed him just as hard. A growl drummed its way up his throat and poured into her mouth. The guttural sound, the vibrations of it, made goosebumps sweep over her skin.

His hands roamed over her, squeezing and shaping and teasing with such entitlement. Inside her body, all kinds of bells rang, whistles were blown, and fireworks went off. It left her damp and needy and so ready .

Herding her backwards, he divested her of her dress and bra in record time—and yeah, there was some tearing and snapping of cloth. So she felt in no way sorry when some of his shirt buttons went flying as she roughly tackled them.

What was good for the goose . . .

Her breath hitched as her back abruptly met the wall. Ribbons of power caught her wrists tight and pinned them high above her head. She couldn’t lie, several parts of her clenched. Her demon gave a little shudder of delight.

She tugged against the buzzing threads, trying to free herself. She couldn’t. There was no give. And a rush of agonizing suspense rolled over her.

Luka slipped off his shirt and threw it aside, revealing so much solid muscle and sleek tanned skin that her hormones didn’t know what to do with themselves.

He moved closer, pressing his hard dick against her lower stomach, and put his lips to her ear. “I want to bury my cock inside you. Lock it deep. Leave it there. So you’ll always feel me.”

Her belly fluttered. “We can certainly make the first part happen.”

He trailed a finger down the side of her face. “Don’t get wet yet.”

Naomi felt her jaw go slack. “Are you joking?”

“Not in the slightest.”

Then the sensual torture began. Her neck was kissed, licked, and bitten. Her breasts were clutched, kneaded, and stroked. Her nipples were sucked, pinched, and twisted.

He didn’t only use his mouth and palms and teeth; he used his telekinetic power. It was like having a second set of hands on her. The sensations . . . there were so many she couldn’t fully process them; could only drown in them. And yet every cell in her body greedily screamed for more, more, more.

Control. Where was her control?

Nowhere to be seen.

She was moaning. Panting. Shaking. Aching to come. But each time she came close, he eased up; let the tension inside her dim. Then he’d push her high all over again only to stop once more before she imploded.

A tortured whimper slipped out of her just before he tore off her panties. It was as much relief as it was pleasure when he finally, finally cupped her pussy.

He slipped a finger through her folds— oh God, yes —and then tutted. “I told you not to get wet yet.”

“You set me up for failure is what you did. That isn’t anything to smile about.” But he was wearing one of his half-grins, the bastard.

A bastard who abruptly dropped to his knees.

He parted her folds with his thumbs and took a long lick. Fuck , that felt good. His hum of male appreciation went right to her core.

Then he ate her out. No teasing, no gentleness, no building her up to an orgasm slowly. He went to town down there, using that blessed tongue to lick and flick and swirl and stab. At the same time, he telekinetically squeezed her breasts and plucked at her nipples.

Her body couldn’t take the overload of sensation much longer. The responses he wrenched out of it were melting her brain.

Her composure? Totaled. Absolutely totaled. She was a sexual wreck—mindless, breathless, speechless—and frantic to find the release she’d been chasing that he’d so far denied her.

She didn’t get it then, either.

Before she could fracture, he was back on his feet, towering over her, his face a mask of greed, his raw sexuality sucking the oxygen right out of the air. “Know what you taste like?”

“What?” she rasped.

“Mine.” The buzz of power surrounding her wrists disappeared. “Bend over the arm of the sofa.”

Anticipation flowing in her veins, she somehow made her way to the couch on wobbly legs and did as he asked.

His belt jingled. A zipper lowered. Something hot, heavy, and hard smacked her butt.

A waft of cold whispered up her back, and she knew one of his demons had risen.

“Such a perfect little toy,” it purred. Abraxas. “I would like to lock you away somewhere no one else can find you, so I can have you all to myself.” It grabbed her wrists and wrenched both arms behind her back. “You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

“Actually, yeah, I would.”

It slid its palms to her upper arms. “Pity.”

She hissed through her teeth as the flesh beneath its hands started to burn. The hurt fast became pleasurable, telling her that she was being branded. Again . “I—” She cut off as it slammed its cock home, sending a hot nick of pain arrowing up her inner walls.

Her breath hitched so abruptly she almost choked on it. After all the foreplay, she was wet but swollen and supersensitive, so the demon’s rough possession was both pleasure and pain.

“You take my cock like it was made for you.” The words came from Luka, so he’d evidently taken back the wheel. He hooked one hand over her shoulder and clamped the other around her wrists, keeping them behind her back. “Hold on.”

He rode her impossibly hard. His hips snapped furiously forward again and again, plunging his cock deep, making her eyes fall shut in pure bliss. His belt buckle jingled with each smack of his flesh against hers.

“That’s it,” he grunted as she pushed back to meet his thrusts.

“Deeper.”

“If I go deeper, it’s going to hurt.”

“I don’t care.”

Taking her at her word, he released her shoulder and angled her hips slightly, allowing his dick to slide further in. Fuck. Then he was punching it in and out of her, his pace wild.

Possessiveness burned through him and jolted his system like a drug.

No woman had ever affected him this way.

None. He’d never coveted anyone the way he did Naomi.

Had never been so greedy for every detail of their life.

Watching her face, searching for little slivers she hid from him, had become an obsession.

She had become an obsession.

He couldn’t even blame it on her being a siren. The attraction between them might have initially sprung to life due to the pull of her song, but that song didn’t power it.

He curled over her, planting one hand on the sofa cushion, his other hand still holding her wrists. “I know you want to come. So come.” He used telekinesis to flick her clit, and her inner muscles strangled him as she exploded, squeezing so fucking tight it nearly hurt.

Stifling a scream, Naomi turned her head and latched onto his arm with her teeth, biting just shy of drawing blood.

Pausing mid thrust, he spoke into her ear once her release subsided. “You bit me.”

“So?”

“So, I bite back.” He sank his teeth into the crook of her neck and fucked her even more furiously than before. Orgasm struck him abruptly, white-hot and wicked fast. His eyes went blind as euphoric currents surged through his system.

Panting, he dropped his face to her nape. “Are you going to bitch at me for restraining you again?” She did it sometimes, though only ever playfully. They both knew she loved it.

“Not tonight,” she slurred. “Tonight I’m gonna openly admit that it revs my engines. But we won’t speak of my confession in the morning, or ever again after that. ’Kay?”

He felt his lips bow up. “Okay.”

“We agreed that we wouldn’t speak of it.”

“I forgot.”

“No you didn’t.” Naomi lowered her spoon to her bowl and lifted her cup of tea. “You’re just being an ass.”

Sitting across from her at the kitchen table, Luka made a poor attempt to stifle a smile. “Harsh.”

“Fact.”

“Notice that I didn’t take advantage of your being tipsy last night to try to make you part with your secrets.”

“Which is why you woke to me sucking you off.” Sipping her tea, she playfully glared at him over the rim of her cup. “But if I’d known that you were going to tease me regardless of your assurances, I wouldn’t have bothered.”

His smile widened a little. “Just so you’re aware, you make Belial want to spank you when you get all prim with me like that.”

“When does it not want to spank me?”

“Rarely,” he admitted.

Naomi set her cup back down. “My entity is probably going to bitch-slap Belial one day. You know that, right?”

“I do.” If his expression was anything to go by, he found the idea amusing.

“So long as you’re aware.” Lifting her spoon again, she scooped up more cereal and shoveled it into her mouth.

Just then, his cell phone beeped. Something that happened a lot in the mornings—a time when he was contacted by his sentinels and members of his Force–a band of demons who helped police the lair. They sent in reports, complaints, and all that jazz.

She knew that he’d also receive emails from his business associates, of whom he had plenty.

Hence why, in between taking sips of his coffee and bites of his bagel, he’d replied to whatever messages awaited him.

He’d told her that he liked to get a head-start on tackling any issues that lay ahead of him each day.

Chewing on her food, she watched his face darken as he stared down at the screen of his phone. “Everything okay?”

He inhaled deeply and then set his cell on the table. “Yes. Some demons simply need reminding that there are rules they must follow, so then long talks are necessary. Annoying, because I have a busy schedule today.”

“Is confronting Iain anywhere on that schedule? Because I’m thinking it isn’t necessary for you to do that.”

“Why?”

“I genuinely believe it was a coincidence that we were both at the Xpress bar last night. It’s not as if I go there often, so he had no reason to think he’d bump into me there. He wasn’t rude to me. He even apologized for his past behavior.”