“I thought you might actually be difficult but you weren’t at all,” he chuckled, letting go of my lip. “I’m disappointed in you, Lacey but I’m also extremely delighted,” he whispered against my lips, sinking his teeth in them aggressively once more. Lorcan pulled back and took in the half-delirious state of me. I felt half-fucked and we hadn’t done anything but kiss.

“I can’t wait to finally fuck you.” His voice almost seemed to growl up from his gut, as if powered by something darker and deeper. A different image of him flashed in my mind—the shadow of horns on his head and dark shapes moving across his skin. I clutched his shirt tightly.

The whites of his eyes began to bleed black as his words rolled in my head, giving me deja vu. I sucked in a breath.

“Fuck you over and over…” His gaze slid over me but stalled on my neck. Lorcan snapped his eyes shut and ground his jaw. It was cute. I think he forgot he had ulterior motives.

“Is something wrong?” I asked in entertainment, tightening my grip on him. I pressed my hips up, grinding against his body and he inhaled sharply in a hiss. I smiled. Even while still feeling hot and drifty, I liked fucking with him a little. But also, now that I knew he was an incubus I desperately wanted to sample that. Which meant whatever it was he was hiding could wait a little bit. Not too long though. I glanced at the clock.

“I’ll feed you but you better make up your mind. There are a lot of very rich people downstairs, waiting for me to take their treasure.”

His eyes popped open and were all white again. He slid his fingers across my neck until they slid behind my head and worked the clasp on my necklace loose.

“Better get all this off then. It’s in the way,” he said coolly. He seemed a bit irritated now, grinding his jaw a little.

Lorcan pulled it off and then set it to the side before his fingers moved up to my ears, touching my earrings. I nodded and he smiled in approval. After removing an earring, he nibbled on the ear, making good on the promise that the jewelry had indeed been in the way. He kept on removing each piece of gold, rewarding the newly naked flesh with his sensuous mouth.

It would have brought me to my knees if I wasn’t already on my back. Wet kisses were marked on my skin everywhere he touched.

He lifted my hand up and then wrapped his mouth around a finger. Red eyes looked at me as I felt his tongue split apart—forked. He used that tongue to pull each of my rings off. I swallowed thickly. I felt hot, my head in a feverish daze, my body begging for more but delighting in the slow build of physical contact.

My legs kept spreading wider for him. I was panting and soaking wet, half of me never wanting this to end, half of me wanting to barrel forward to the sex right this very second.