“I don’t usually do this,” she gasped as the gorgeous man sucked on her neck. Fumbling for her keys, she arched her body into his. The rough way he dug his fingers into her hip astounded her. One-night stands were so not her, but once the handsome man had sauntered over and whispered in her ear all the things he wanted to do to her, she had tossed aside all reservation and brought him home.

Now, as lust overrode her common sense, she turned away from the man’s rich, golden eyes just long enough to unlock her front door. His silhouette filled the doorway as she walked backwards into the apartment. She moaned as invisible fingers glided over her skin, goose bumps rising.

“How?” she breathed.

“I have some very special talents.”

My God, even his voice sounded amazing, exactly like chocolate—melt-in-her-mouth deliciousness that could sate any hunger. Those invisible fingers brushed up over her breasts, hardening her nipples. She panted, unable to quench the climax building inside her.

If he can do this when he hasn’t even touched me, how will it feel to have him inside me?

Fingers grasped her by the throat. At first, she thought it was kinky. But she suddenly found it hard to breathe, and not because she was aroused. Fear slapped her in the face, cold enough to douse the lust.

“Hey, not so rough. C’mon, I’m not into kinky shit.”

But the death grip did not let up as the man came forward, kicking the door shut behind him. He circled her, his grip tightening, her body lifting off the ground, leaving the tips of her high heels brushing the floor. As her shoes clattered to the ground she tried to scream, but there wasn’t enough air left in her lungs.

“Your fear makes me hard. It’s like ambrosia to me. I need it. I will take you to heaven before I take you to hell. You will scream as I fill you, and some deep, dark part of you will like it.”

“Please, don’t hurt me,” she begged, managing to squeeze out a single sentence.

With a wave of his hand, she crashed onto her bed, but whatever power the man wielded was able to hold her in place on the mattress. As he stripped, those once-golden eyes flared red and his voice became almost robotic. His handsome features darkened, and, for the first time in her life, she believed in God because a demon was standing before her.

His cheeks were hollow, the bones protruding from torn flesh. His torso mimicked his face, and she could see his lungs expand when he inhaled.

He crawled onto the bed above her, ripping her skirt and underwear away. She began to cry and he licked at her tears, lust causing his eyes to flash again. The more she cried, the harder he got. He kissed her on the neck like he had at the door, and she was disgusted by the lust and fear that racked her body.

He thrust into her, and she cried out as he began to move inside her.

“Can’t stop. Have to… this is my curse.”

He continued to move inside her, her body reacting of its own accord. He roared as he emptied himself into her, and she had one last look into those demonic eyes before he waved his hand and snapped her neck. She welcomed the dark.