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LILAH WAS BEAUTIFUL.Her fair skin flushed pink in the moonlight, and the silky mass of her black mane flowed down her back. Her blue eyes flashed with need as she rocked against my swollen shaft, sliding her sex over every inch of me. She bent and traced kisses down my chest, flicking her tongue across my nipples, teasing me until I began thrusting against her, powerless to stop myself.

She sat back up, admiring my abs and chest before running her nails down them.

The fire lit in my eyes, a swirl of color in the darkness. “Female.” My voice was half demon, half man, and thick with desire. “I’ll lose control.” My thrusts continued, rubbing her soft, wet flesh.

“Will you?” She wickedly wet her lips. Reaching down, she took hold and tentatively positioned my tip at her opening.

“Gods.” My voice was a hoarse rasp as I gripped her hips. I thought I’d come just from her guiding touch, gentle yet firm.

“I’ll need you to help me.” Her innocence painted a blush across her cheeks. “I haven’t done this in a very long time, and it was only once.”

I wanted to gut Farrow, but had much more pressing matters at hand. I would mark her as my own, and no male would ever so much as think to look her way. I was perilously close to losing control, but her temptation was too much for any male to bear, much less one inhabited by an incubus. But the demon hadn’t taken control. It was as if the two of us were working together, enjoying instead of warring. Want her. But it was my need for her that had grown to blot out all other concern. I wasn’t afraid of losing control of the incubus. I was afraid the woman in my bed had stolen my heart.

She swiveled her hips to get a better angle and eased herself down slightly. I tensed with the feel of her wet heat against my crown and gripped her hips to guide her. Her gaze never left mine as she slowly rocked back and forth over me, giving herself time to adjust. As she moved, her breasts bounced maddeningly, but I couldn’t spare a hand for them. Instead, I leaned up and captured one of the rosy tips in my mouth, sucking her as she worked my shaft deeper and deeper. She threw her head back, and her tiny nails dug into my shoulder. In one final movement, she settled on top of me, her tight sheath squeezing me until I was dizzy with pleasure.

“That’s it, carissima. Take all of me.”

Her brows knitted together for only a few seconds until she was able to accommodate me.

No longer tentative, Lilah began riding me as I caressed her with my mouth on her breasts and a thumb stroking her clit. The pleasure was intense, and the demon roared within me, drunk with power. As she rode me—at first slowly but working into a feverish pace, her hips undulating and driving me wild—I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

“I can’t stop myself.” I was about to embarrass myself, but she was like the nuclear reactor of sex. Every fuse inside me was at capacity, ready to blow.

“Neither can I!” Lilah leaned back, her pert breasts bouncing in the air as she drove my shaft even deeper. I stroked her clit faster, and she cried out. I was crazed to claim her, mark her. As she moaned my name, I came hard, shooting inside her as my incubus roared with dominance. I relished the sheer pleasure and power she gave me, enjoying her look, her scent. She was my goddess, and I was nothing more than a supplicant.

As she collapsed on top of me, I felt the incubus purr, matching my own thought: Never let her go.

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