“Someone might think you’re in a hurry,” Jaenelle murmured.

The bedroom door flew open as they reached it and slammed shut behind them, the locks clicking into place.

Private now, with the bed only a step away, the fury of lust eased back to the steady blaze of desire.

“Oh, no,” he crooned, setting her on her feet so that he could unbutton the sapphire jacket. “This is going to be a long . . . slow . . . banquet.” He slipped the jacket off her shoulders, slid it down her arms. “And I’m planning to enjoy every single morsel.”

Since that seemed to stun her, he took advantage of her lost wits to unbutton the rose silk shirt and slide that off her. The camisole beneath it was a paler rose and sheer enough to veil her breasts without really hiding them. So he let her keep it on a little longer while he enjoyed the feel of stroking her through the material until her skin warmed under his hands. Then he vanished the camisole, and there was nothing between his hands and her skin.

“Daemon.” His name ended in a moan as he gave her breasts a fleeting caress before opening her trousers and sliding them, and the whisper of material beneath them, down her legs. After vanishing her shoes and thin socks, he coaxed her into bed.

Walking around to the other side of the bed, he shrugged out of his jacket, letting it slide to the floor. It had been awhile since he’d stripped with the intention of having a woman hot and willing to let him do whatever he wanted by the time he slid between the sheets, but the look in Jaenelle’s eyes told him plainly enough he hadn’t lost his touch.

She reached for him as soon as he got into bed, but he had other plans.

“Roll over,” he said, a hand on her shoulder guiding her to stretch out on her belly.

“What?” Confused, she obeyed.

He started with her neck and worked down. What his fingers didn’t touch, his mouth tasted. By the time he’d licked his way down her spine, she was moaning. By the time his teeth gently scraped her calves, her skin was so sensitized to his touch, he didn’t need more than warm breath to excite her.

Turning her over, he stroked her inner thighs and smiled at the painted toenails. Next round, he was going to have to admire them more closely. But judging by her glazed eyes and flushed skin, she was reaching the point where much more would become too much.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Rolling on his back, he settled her over him, sheathing his cock between her legs before coaxing her to stretch out over him. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her still.

“Daemon.”

Wildly aroused by the hint of snarl in her voice, he kept his kisses viciously soft.