I’m falling for him.
He caught her waist in his hands. Lifted her. Spun and set her on the edge of the bar.
The smile turned reckless. Wild.
Her Niol.
Not falling. She’d already fallen. Headfirst. For a man who she knew wasn’t looking for happily ever after. Niol would run screaming from a picket fence.
Holly swallowed. Now. Focus on now.
His fingers pushed under the edge of her skirt and the now, oh, yeah, it picked up a whole lot of importance.
“I want you. Right here. In my Paradise.”
A shiver had her tensing. Here? They were alone-she sure hoped they were, anyway. But a bar? Okay, she’d had her share of sexual encounters. Even made love on a beach once, but a bar…
“Trust me.” He leaned forward. Kissed her neck. Right under her left ear, in the spot that made her close her eyes and moan.
Yes.
“There’s no one here to see you come…but me.”
Trust.
He licked her neck. Niol eased his fingers up a bit higher, skimming the sensitive tops of her thighs. The bar’s edge cut into the back of her legs, but she didn’t care. Holly was too focused on Niol.
And his mouth and tongue.
Such a skilled mouth.
The edge of his teeth scored her flesh.
“Are you wet for me, love?”
Her panties were getting soaked.
“Because I’m hard for you. So hard and ready to feel the warm, creamy clasp of your sex all around me.”
Her hand slid between them. Found the long length of his cock through his jeans. Oh, yeah, he was ready.
And she was more than ready to have him inside.
His fingers brushed the crotch of her panties. A rumble sounded in his throat. “Just the way I like.”
He stroked his index finger along the crevice of her sex. A long, slow swipe that pushed the cotton against her flesh and made her want-
So much more.
Not nice and slow. Hell, no. Fast and wild.
In the bar.
This time, the thought sent a shudder through her. Not fear.
“You’re so wet.”
That finger was under her panties. Pushing between her folds and into her core.
And he was so-so damn . She fumbled with the snap of his jeans, hunching her shoulders so that she could reach him better. Holly managed to jerk down his zipper and she heard his hard hiss of breath.
Then the length of his cock spilled into her hands. Long and hard. Warm. Strong.
His touch on her sex, in her, wasn’t enough.
Her breasts ached. The nipples pebbled against her blouse.
The bar top felt cold against her, while he was burning hot. “Niol…”
He yanked the panties away.
Finally.
But this wasn’t going to work. She was a bit too high and-
Niol grabbed her and twisted, sitting her on top of the nearby bar stool and coming flush between her thighs.
This’ll work.
He guided his cock into her sex, one hard inch at a time.
No condom.
Flesh on flesh.
So good .
His teeth clenched and sweat beaded his brow. Hell. The man was trying to be easy with her.
When had she ever asked for easy?
Her legs wrapped around him, squeezed tight. If he wasn’t gonna take, then she sure would.
Her hips slammed forward and that thick wonderful flesh filled her, so deep and full and so-
Niol growled. Those black eyes shot with fire and he withdrew. Drove deep.
Not easy anymore.
She smiled and wondered if her own eyes reflected the same dark flames.
“Fucking beautiful…”
Then she just held on for the ride.
And what a ride it was.
The scent of passion filled the air. The stool chafed her thighs but she didn’t care. His fingers dug into her hips. Big deal.
His cock-oh, but he was so far inside her-
She rose toward him, balancing with her hands on his shoulders and the new position sent the length of his arousal sliding right over her straining clit with every fast thrust.
Holly realized she was calling his name and that she was all but tearing the flesh from his shoulders as her nails dug through the soft fabric of his shirt.
He was nearly fully dressed.
She was naked from the waist down.
Being bad could feel so good.
“Come for me.” A whisper of temptation right before his mouth took hers and his tongue thrust past her lips. Thrust just as his cock thrust into her sex.
Holly clamped her inner muscles around him. Come for me. The silent order was hers, to him.
Niol’s erection swelled within her and she kissed him with a frantic hunger. Loving his taste. The slam and drive of his body.
Loving-
She came with a firestorm of release, a passion that rocketed up her body and shot through every cell-and he was with her. The jet of his semen filled her and he trembled against her as he pumped into her body.
Pleasure. So much pleasure. Hers, his. Didn’t matter. It was so good.
Sex with a demon. The. Best. Ever.
She didn’t want the pleasure to end. No. Not now. Not ever.
His lips rose. His breath heaved out. Just like hers.
No barriers between them. As she stared up at him, Holly could see him. Not the mask. Not the dark image he portrayed. Him.
Niol.
I see you now.
She was in so much trouble.
Because he was already pulling back. The mask sliding into place. The fire in his eyes faded as he withdrew his flesh from her body.
Holly bit back her cry of protest and tensed at the slow glide of his cock retreating from her sex.
Then he stepped back and she pushed her legs closed. She had to push them with her hands because her thighs felt like jelly.
Her sex throbbed with remembered pleasure.
He jerked up his jeans. Zipped and fastened them with a blur of movement. Too quick. Don’t end it so fast. She wanted more.
Niol stared down at her and she waited, waited for something, something. She just wasn’t sure what -
“I thought I loved a woman once.”
What? Okay, that was sure as all fire damn not what she’d been waiting for.
The man had the most piss-poor timing in the world. Holly shot off the stool and her legs nearly gave way. Niol caught her, steadying her with a fierce grip. “Look at me.”
If she did, she might slug him. The guy needed some serious post-sex manners knocked into him. I loved a woman once.
Way to shatter her ego. “I-I don’t think now is the time for this-this conversation-” Oh, that sounded dignified. Nothing like the scream building inside her.
“She died.” His hand fell away from her.
The fire of their sensual encounter faded in an instant and goose bumps rose on her flesh.
“Didn’t just die,” he muttered. “She was murdered.”
Her breath caught. There was pain there, a lot of pain, enough to wrench her heart. Was this woman the succubus she’d heard others whisper about?
I loved a woman once.
“I did things when she became lost to me.” His lips thinned and Niol shook his head. “Until then, there was a line that I tried not to cross because I knew, I knew just how strong I was. And I knew my mother was right about the monster she saw in me.”
“Niol…” If you knew the things I’d done, you wouldn’t let me touch you. But she could still feel his imprint on every inch of her flesh.
“But when Nina passed, I lost control and I killed.” Flat. Cold. “It was so easy for me.” His hand fell away from her.
Yes, she could imagine that it had been. Holly swallowed. “You wanted revenge against her killer?”
“I got my revenge.” Same flat voice.
That voice scared her. So she lifted her chin and put her hand on his chest. Right over the heart that thundered in a mad rhythm that belied his sinister cool.
Niol jerked at her touch. “Don’t, Holly.”
“Don’t what? Don’t touch you? I want to touch you. I’m not going to back off.” Because there was more to him than darkness and death.