And then his mouth was pressed against the damp heat of me. I let out a sound that seemed to please him because he chuckled against me, and the feeling made me lift my hips, desperate for more.

His skilled tongue moved over all my most sensitive spots, never staying in one place for long enough.

“Samael…”

He replaced his tongue with one finger, and I saw stars as he slowly pushed it inside me.

“I’ve been thinking about how I’d make you beg for me, little witch. You won’t rush me through this.”

I let out a strangled sound and he sent me a wicked grin, then lowered his head once more. He licked, nuzzled, sucked, and he instinctively knew exactly when I was on the edge, about to explode, because that’s when he would shift his attention elsewhere.

He teased me for what felt like hours, and I writhed desperately, sweat pouring from me.

“Samael…”

“Beg me, Danica.”

The son of a bitch. Even this was a power struggle. But I was so close…

He danced across a spot that made my every muscle tense, and I groaned in frustration as he stopped.

“Fine,” I scowled, throwing my arm over my eyes. “Please, Samael.”

“Look at me.”

I glowered at him, but I was pretty sure it didn’t have any heat in it, just pure, unrelenting need. His mouth found me again and he thrust his fingers inside me as his warm lips expertly danced and teased. I made garbled noises that must have been threats, because he laughed once more, and stroked over my clit. Once. Twice.

My breath caught, my vision darkened, and my climax ripped through me, pleasure lighting up my every nerve ending. Samael groaned and kept licking, kept teasing, even as I turned limp. I jolted as he swiped his tongue over my sensitive clit, and my hands found his head to push him away.

“I don’t think so.”

He caught my hands in his and frowned at me as if I’d attempted to take away his favorite toy. I opened my mouth to snarl at him, but a moan escaped as he applied the lightest pressure to my sensitive core.

I let out a whine, clenching around his fingers, and he growled, his other hand tightening around my own.

A moment later, my mouth fell open in shock as pleasure tore through me again. I shuddered and moaned, my muscles turning completely limp.

I cracked my eyes open as Samael disappeared. He stood a few feet away, undoing his tuxedo pants, and my avid gaze got stuck on his naked body as he dropped them to the ground and stepped out of them.

The man was perfect. It killed me. Because after this night, no one else was ever going to compare.

I could hate him for that. God knows I hated him for enough other things.