I bit the inside of my lip and nodded.

“You’re not going to argue with me?” he asked as he sat back on his heels.

As long as he did that, I would call him whatever he wanted. “No.”

Astaroth smirked and stroked his not so miniature goblin. It stood tall and had my full attention. I rolled to my side as he reclined against the pillows at the headboard. He reached for me, and I followed. Grabbing the back of my thigh, he guided my leg over him until I straddled him. I shuddered when the tip of his cock brushed my entrance.

He cupped my face and pulled me to him. I rubbed against his length as I went, eliciting a growl. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue as he kissed me, soft and deep. Reaching behind me, I gripped the tip of him in my fist and rolled my wrist. He tensed and broke the kiss leaving me breathless.

“I want you to ride me and sing my name like you did when I was between your legs, Cali.”

There was something about the way he said Cali that made me pause. Someone had called me that before, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember who it was.

His eyes bounced over my face before placing his hand over the scar on my chest and pushing me up. His fingers drifted between my breasts to my stomach. “Don’t think,” he said, flicking his thumb between my legs. “You will have an eternity for that after.”