“Naked, with glasses? Devlin! I look ridiculous!”
“You look sexy as fuck, and I’m already addicted, and they’re staying on.” I cut off her protests with another kiss, and she twines her fingers into my hair, her body warm beneath me, andfuckI can’t get enough. I’m already out of my mind with desire for this woman in a way I no longer thought was possible—not after so many centuries of meaningless entanglements and utter debauchery.
But Violet… she’s so soft and perfect, every kiss like warm honey, the sugar-sweet scent of her ever-present magic an invitation I’ll follow wherever it leads.
I bite her lower lip, teasing her with the tip of my tongue as I slowly make my way to her jaw, her throat, the collarbone I’ve been dreaming about for far too long. Everything about her is so delectable it’s an effort not to devour her whole, but I force myself to take my time. To enjoy every sweet and sinful moment the little witch is willing to share.
Because when I finally return to Hell,thisis the memory I’ll return to again and again for the rest of my immortal life.
I lower my mouth to her breast. A long, languid lick, then I suck her nipple between my teeth, nibbling and teasing, making her gasp for me as I slide a hand between her thighs, fingers brushing over her clit, gliding down through her wetness, then back up, a slow, torturous path that leaves her panting and begging for more.
“You’re so beautiful when you beg,” I whisper. “Do it again.Begme not to stop.”
“More,” she pants. “I want… more. Please, Devlin. Please don’t stop.”
I slide a finger inside, then another, stroking her as my kisses wander lower, her thighs parting for me, hips arching closer, my tongue flicking against her clit until I’m drunk on the taste of her desire, fuckingmadfor it, moaning against her hot flesh as my fingers curl in deeper and—
Bzzzz…
Violet stills beneath me, her eyes flying open, cheeks flaming like a sunset.
Bzzzz bzzzz…
“Oh no,” she whispers.
Bzzzzzzzz.
Stifling a dark chuckle, I slowly kiss my way back up to her ear and whisper, “Is that who I think it is?”
“Oh, goddess. No.” She casts an evil glare at the nightstand and groans. “Not the time!”
“Oh, I beg to differ,” I tease. “Now ispreciselythe time.”
I reach over and open the drawer, rooting around inside until I find the source of the incessant buzz.
“Mr. Wiggles has a mind of his own,” she says. “A dirty one. Just toss him back in and ignore him.”
“I will do nothing of the sort. If you think I’m going to let a haunted sex toy intimidate me into leaving your bed tonight, Violet Pepperdine, you are sorely mistaken. And so isthisghostly thing.” I press the vibrator to her clit and send out a pulse of Hell magic, just so we all understand who’s in charge tonight.
The reaction is immediate—the haunting entity relinquishes its hold, the device wholly under my command. Even more satisfying, I feel her reaction, too. My sweet little mushroom shudders at the contact, her back arching off the bed, fingers curling into the sheets at her sides.
I turn up the speed and tease her with the tip, coaxing another sensual moan from her lips.
“Tell me something, my naughty witch,” I whisper. “Is this what you were fantasizing about the night I walked in on you?” I dip inside, making her gasp. “Fucking yourself like this, pretending it wasmycock filling you,mymouth on your skin, granting you thisexquisitepleasure?”
“Oh, goddess. That’s… don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I have no intention of stopping. But if you refuse to confess your secrets, perhaps I’ll confess mine instead.” I kiss her neck, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Every night when we bid adieu, and you retreat to your bedroom and I to the couch, it’s not the television I watch into the wee hours.”
“It… it isn’t?”
“Oh, I’ve tried. Binged at least two seasons of your witchy show, but not even the Halliwell sisters can distract me from what’s going on in this bed.” I bite her earlobe and drag the vibrator back to her clit, giving it another pulse of magic. “Ever since that night, I can’t help but imagine what’s happening on the other side of your door. Through the gap on the bottom, I watch the light change, your lamp turned off, the candle flames dancing with the shadows. I picture you taking the pins from your hair, each curl springing loose around your face.”
I trace a fingertip across her cheekbone and reach for my favorite curl, wrapping it around my finger.
“I hold my breath,” I whisper, still kissing her, inhaling her scent. “And pretend I can hear the rustle of your sheets as you slip between them. The buzz of your vibrator as you fuck yourself, just like this, dreaming about all the hot, filthy things the Devil would do you if you invited him in.” I glide it in deeper, drag it all the way out, then thrust in once again, angling itjustright. “Now I’m right here with you, sharing the very bed I’ve imagined you in night after night, naked and beautiful, and here’smyfantasy…” I lower my mouth to her ear again. Then, in a hoarse whisper, “I want to hear my name on your lips as I fuck you breathless and make you come for me, again and again and again.”
“Devlin…” she breathes, hips rolling, eyes closed, her crimson cheeks bright, so fucking close to the edge. “I’m going to—“
