Midnight's Master (Midnight 3)

In . Out . The fingers plunged in a wild rhythm.

His teeth scored her neck.

Oh, damn, oh, damn, oh, damn…

She was going to come again. Holly could feel it. The tight, clenching buildup. The aching rush of blood in her muscles. So close-

Niol wrenched his fingers away. "Get on the bed." Guttural. An order.

Please –like she was gonna argue when another mind-blowing orgasm was seconds away.

"On your back, get-"

Now, she'd argue. "On yours, demon." She shook her head, sending her hair rocking against her face as she climbed onto the bed and waited.

His gaze held hers. So black and deep.

Not evil. Not cold.

How had she ever thought that?

Such fire in the darkness. Such need.

He jerked open the nightstand drawer. When she heard a faint rip, Holly knew he was suiting up with another condom.

A man with serious stamina-what a perfect dream.

The bed squeaked beneath his weight. Holly slid away from him, on her knees now as she waited for him to follow her order.

His taunting smile was a white flash that made her heart pound too fast, but he stretched out, folding his hands behind his head. "You want me?"

Hell, yes.

"Then take me."

A taunt. A challenge.

She'd always loved a good challenge.

Holly straddled him, positioning her wet folds right over the bulging length of male flesh. Her nails raked over his chest. Teased his ni**les.

She arched her hips, rubbing lightly. Not taking him in, not yet.

Enjoying the game too much.

Her head bent and her tongue swiped over his left nipple. The nubbin was hard and erect and when her tongue touched him, she heard the harsh inhalation of his breath.

" In…side. "

Another order.

One the clenching of her sex wanted her to follow.

But…not yet.

She turned her attention to his other nipple and rocked her hips again.

He moved in a blur, hands flying down, almost bruising as they curled around her hips. "No play, love." His lips peeled back from his teeth. "Not…this time. Too f**king hungry. "

Even after the first-

Oh, wow.

His c**k pushed into her opening. Squeezed just inside.

The heavy, too-tight feeling rushed over her again, but she was more than ready and after a brief moment, the full length of his erection slipped right inside, seeming to drive all the way to her womb.

He lifted her with his grip, slid that c**k out, then pushed her down in a relentless drive.

Again and again.

Holly didn't need his urging. She shoved down on him as hard and fast as she could, the climax again tantalizingly close.

The slick slide of their bodies pushed them toward a wild release.

Deeper.

Faster.

Harder.

Her hands were on his chest, pushing down with her weight as her hips rose and fell and she rode him with all her power.

His eyes were closed, jaw clenched.

Never, not like this, not like-

When she came, she breathed his name and she shattered. The starlight disappeared for a moment. Darkness seemed to surround her and the thudding drumbeat of her heart echoed in her ears.

He shot up beneath her, rocking her body. Holly blinked and saw his face.

Tense. Savage.

His hips hammered at her, and the long length of his shaft jerked inside her sex.

Niol's eyes widened with his release and she saw the pleasure flood his features.

Then he kissed her.

She was lost.

Dammit, lost.

And in the worst trouble of her life.

CHAPTER 8

When Holly woke the next morning, sunlight blazed through the windows, too bright and hard, and she blinked, trying to adjust her eyes to the sight and remember where she was because this was not her room and-

And a tongue licked over her sex.

Holy mother of – She shoved up on her elbows as memories of the night before flooded back through her mind.

Niol.

Sex downstairs.

Sex upstairs.

More sex.

Oh, yeah.

His black head was between her thighs. One strong hand held each leg spread. Open wide.

He was tasting her. Licking. Taking his time. Sucking. Stroking with that clever tongue.

He growled against her core and the vibration had the back of her knees tingling.

His tongue thrust inside her.

Damn.

She climaxed. A hot, hard explosion that broke through her body.

Her eyes were on him as she came. His head lifted. He licked his lips, taking the last of her essence into his mouth. That wicked tongue-

His eyes widened as he stared at her and she could only shudder.

What a hell of a way to start the day.

So much better than her clock radio.

And that hadn't even given her any bad memories. Hadn't made her think of-

No. She wouldn't go there. Not now.

As the contractions of her inner muscles faded, she reached for him. The guy was more than ready to go, definitely aroused and turnabout was more than fair-

"What the f**king hell?" Niol's eyes narrowed to chips of black ice. He shot up the bed, grabbing her arms and glaring down at her.

Holly's mouth dropped open. Tender lover to pissed demon in two seconds flat. "Niol, what are you-" His fingers dug into her arms. "You're hurting me!" And he was. A too tight, too hard grip.

His hold eased, just a fraction, but the look on his face became even darker. Uglier. "What kind of game are you playing?"

Was the man insane? Holly could only shake her head. Her body still vibrated with pleasure. Her thighs trembled and Niol looked at her like he hated her.

Great sex. Best night of pleasure ever.

Now the morning from hell in a split-second change.

Was this what life with a demon was like?

"Answer me. I see you now."

Uh, he should have seen her the entire time. Her chin came up. "Take your hands off me." She wasn't sure what was happening, but she was getting…scared.

Her heart wasn't racing from passion anymore. No, that pumping came from fear. Because the air in the room had thickened again. The lamp on the nightstand was shaking as if-

The lamp exploded, sending shards of glass flying in the room.

Holly yelped and jerked away from Niol.

"I see you," he said again, a muscle jerking along his jaw.

"Yeah? Well, big damn deal." She jumped from the bed, yanking the sheet up and wrapping it around her body. Being naked was all fine and dandy until your lover had a freak-out after some o**l s*x.

She could pick 'em. "I see you, too, ass**le." Every muscled, naked, furious inch of him.

No, uh-uh, not gonna get distracted. The guy was flipping out-and she needed to get out .