Chapter One

      Heat built low in my body, firing synapses and sending electric currents from where his hand touched my hip all the way to my core. The fog of sleep slipped away as my demon’s fingers glided across my abdomen and down to the apex of my thighs.

      I shifted, spreading my legs to allow his finger to slip between my folds and stroke that sensory-packed nubbin of pleasure. From dead sleep to heated passion, I awoke. “Hurry,” I whispered.

      Blaise Michaels knew how to build the sensations, to guide my body to a fevered pitch. I want you to come with me.

      “I want to sleep more before my alarm goes off.”

      He withdrew his hand. Sleep, my sweet.

      “Really? You stop now and I’ll kill you.” I grabbed his hand and returned it to that spot that was screaming for more attention, more strokes, more...more...more...

      His low chuckle warmed my neck, adding to the heat of his palm cupping my sex, his finger dipping into my channel, swirling around in the slippery liquid coating my entrance. I wanted him, wanted the finger to travel back up to the special place he’d stroked to life, nudging me from sleep to full awareness.

      He dragged his thick, wet finger up to my clit and stroked it once.

      A shot of extreme pleasure ripped through me. I jerked my knees back, dug my heels into the mattress and arched my back, moaning.

      Do you like that?

      “Yes!”

      He stroked me again and I closed my eyes, concentrating on prolonging the sensations, not catapulting over the top, extending the ecstasy of the moment as long as I could.

      He stroked me again and I thought I’d come apart.

      Blaise knew exactly what it took to make me scream. The demon exercised his control over my body every chance he could get. We’d made love until midnight and now.... I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Damn, it was nearly four o’clock in the morning. My alarm was set for five. But I couldn’t just turn off what Blaise had turned on. I had to see it through, ride the wave of hot, molten passion to the end.

      My demon rolled over on top of me. My knees dropped to the side. I was ready to take him, to welcome his full thickness into my body.

      For a moment, his cock nudged my entrance.

      Before I could raise my feet to wrap around his waist and urge him in, he slipped downward, pressing kisses to my breast, sucking my nipple in his mouth, pulling hard. Again I arched my back, pressing the breast deeper.

      He rolled the nipple between his teeth, biting gently. I wanted him to hurry, to fill me, to slide his member deep inside me.

      Letting go of the nipple, he moved lower, his lips searing a path along my ribs to my belly and below.

      “Yes, there. Use that tongue.”

      Patience, my dear.

      “Fuck patience!” I dug my fingers into his thick black hair and urged him lower.

      His tongue took me, lapping at that nubbin of sizzling nerve endings, flicking, teasing and setting me on fire. I felt the tingling begin at my core and quickly spread throughout my body. I shot into the stratosphere, all thoughts of getting up on time wiped from my mind as I rode the tsunami of pure, fiery desire.

      Blaise climbed up my body, pressed his cock to my entrance and thrust deep and hard, filling me, driving inside until he was completely sheathed. Then he moved, sliding in and out, slowly at first, then faster and faster, the friction prolonging my orgasm until his final thrust.

      Buried all the way inside me, he held me, his member throbbing, pulsing, hot and thick.

      When I returned to earth, to the sweat-dampened sheets of my bed, I lay there drained, satiated and amazed at how often we had sex, and how still I couldn’t seem to get enough of this demon.

      As the passion cooled, I lay staring at the ceiling, wondering what I’d do with this man who wasn’t a man at all. I worried I might become too dependent on him.

      I like taking care of you. Would that be such a bad thing?

      “Yes,” I replied. “I do my own thing. I don’t want to answer to anyone.”

      “You don’t have to answer to me. All I ask is that you include me in your life.”

      “What if I asked you to quit following me around?”

      No.

      “What if I told you that you’re crowding me?”

      “We work well as a team,” he pointed out.

      “I’d really like to have some time apart.”

      No.

      “You don’t control me.”

      “You are your own demon.” His hand drifted down my arm and across my breast, setting off a barrage of tingles, zinging from my skin to my core.

      “Damn