Slowly, I stood from the couch and let the robe slip all the way off my body. It pooled around my bare feet. I reached up and fingered the buttons of his shirt. As I fumbled with the top one, he shook his head, grabbed the fabric, and ripped the shirt right off his body.

“I can’t wait that long,” he said in a growl that made goosebumps pop up on every inch of my skin. The heat in his eyes burned me up from the inside out, and all I could do was stare as he tore his pants clean in half. He tossed them across the room, locking his eyes on mine.

I shuddered as I stared at his glistening, muscular body. Every single inch of him was chiseled to perfection, including a deep V that led down to his well-endowed cock. A cock that, as far as I could see, had no weird demon tail spade attached to it.

Thank god.

He lifted me into his arms and carried me across the apartment, his mouth claiming mine. Hunger roiled off his body as he dropped me back onto the dining table and braced his arms on either side of my head. Heart pounding, I spread my thighs for him.

He groaned as he pushed inside of me. His hard length stretched me wide, almost filling me completely. With his fingers gripping my thighs, he thrusted deep. I dropped my head back onto the table as a desperate pleasure built up inside my core.

“You looked so good with my finger inside of you,” he growled as he thrusted inside of me again. “But you look even better like this.”

His carved chest rippled beneath the lights of the city that poured across him. Tightening his grip on my thighs, he thrusted even harder. I watched him over me as a delicious heat spread through my body. This powerful demon who locked out the entire world. Except for me. And he was now claiming me as if he were mine.

There was no audience anymore. We weren’t putting on a show for anyone else. It was just him and me and this passion charging between us. And I didn’t want it to end.

As his eyes locked on mine, another explosion of pleasure shook through my body, taking me over the edge. He thrusted into me once more and came only seconds behind. A deep growl echoed through the silent penthouse as he shuddered against me. Sweat dripped down his chest, our bodies melting as we became one.

He sighed against me. Slowly, he pulled me off the table and carried me back over to the sofa. We collapsed into the cushions together, our limbs all tangled. He’d been right, of course. I was very relaxed now, even as my mind spun with new questions.

What the hell had just happened? Was it a drunken one-night stand and nothing more?