A flash of portal on the stone beneath me, and I was falling through space and time … again …

I landed softly. Face down. On a bed that smelled of campfire and cloves.

“Is my Mouse feeling a little … frantic?” He chuckled sinfully, and with the ease of a male so much larger than me, flipped me onto my back, tearing away the remnants of my drenched G-string. His horns had definitely grown—they flared out on either side of his skull, black and shiny. Water sluiced down his pecs and abs … tracing the lines of that sexy V and the happy trail of golden curls leading to the world’s most impressive erection, jutting out the top of his breeches.

With a deft flick of his fingers, his laces were loose, the flaps of his pants falling aside.

“Wow,” I breathed, my thwarted orgasm thrumming in my blood as the thick, crimson length of him pulsed against his stomach.

He smirked down at me. “Do you like my cock, Mouse?” He gripped himself and stroked, just once. Precum glistened on the crown. My mouth watered to lap at it.

“I love it,” I confessed, fingers digging into the bedding because oh, I wanted to grab it, to kiss him from base to tip, to lick every inch of him until he was as frantic as he’d just made me. But I remained still, waiting to see where he was going with this. He clearly wanted to be in charge, so I was going to let him.

And I wasn’t mad about it. Not one bit.

“Do you recall, a number of weeks ago, now,” he mused, climbing onto the bed between my spread thighs. “Muttering to Luci about how you wished to mount my horns?”

“I … maybe?” I couldn’t remember my own name at that point, as he loomed over me, his body so big and so powerfully sexy. “It’s hard to think straight when I’m about to be fucked by the Devil.”

He shook his head slowly, tauntingly. “We’re not even close to that yet, Mouse. As I recall from your exhaustive lectures on the subject, human females must be very well prepared before they can take their monster males.” He scooped me up, and just like that, I was straddling his stomach, and he was propped against his pillows. I squeaked as he leaned closer, his mouth closing around one nipple, sucking so hard that it could have been painful.

But it wasn’t. Oh boy, it was anything but, and I was rocking my slippery pussy against his abs, and I was going to orgasm all over his stomach, with his mouth latched onto my nipple and his palms kneading my butt cheeks.

He released my nipple with a slurping pop, stilling my rocking hips. His eyes were almost completely black as he lifted me off his stomach. Thwarting my climax again.