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moment he saw her, he knew she would fit on his lap like this, like she was made for him. At that time he’d thought her mortal, a frail human who’d be with him for a short duration, leaving a hole filled with eternity. She wasn’t a frail human, and his demon insisted he claim her, bonding them together. It was tempting, so very tempting. She’d be safe. He’d no longer be alone.
    “I don’t want to have a demon side.” She looked up at him as though he could solve everything. “I want to be a woman.” She touched his face, running gentle fingers over his cheek. “I just want to be a woman.” She sat up to kiss him, brushing her lips against his. “Make me feel like a woman.”
    “I will.” That he could do. He crushed her to him, covering her mouth. Her hand grasped the back of his neck. He sucked on her bottom lip, catching the skin between his teeth, pulling it. She obligingly opened for him, and he sampled her sweetness. The taste of her pummeled his control. He surged into her mouth, thrusting with his tongue as he wanted to thrust with his cock. She tugged at his hair, the pain exciting him even more. He was so hard for her.
    She appeared just as aroused. Her face was flushed, her cheeks high with color, her lips were swollen from his kisses. He licked them, soothing the burn. “You are so beautiful,” he told her.
    “Max. Please.” Kayla moaned, wriggling in his lap, rubbing up against his rigid cock.
    Max knew what she needed. He needed it too. He turned her until she straddled him, her skirt hiked up around her waist. He smelled her excitement, the musk of her hot pussy tantalizing his nostrils. With her thighs around his hips, she moved on him, grinding her pussy against his cock as she had on the dance floor. He’d almost taken her there. He’d been so far gone, so wrapped up in her.
    She arched, thrusting her breasts toward him. He cupped them through the fabric. They were small and firm and oh-so-very responsive, her nipples pebbling under his thumb. She tugged her halter top up. He helped her remove that barrier between him and her bare skin, tossing it to the carpeted floor. She was pale and pink and perfect. He licked the hollow between her breasts, tasting the salt on her skin. She gasped, riding him, rising and falling in time to the music.
    He circled her right breast before sucking it deep into his mouth, his tongue flicking her nipple. She cried out. He murmured encouragement, his words muffled by her skin. Her thighs shook. He followed the curve of her legs, stroking his fingers over pussy moistened silk. It was another barrier. He removed it with one pull, the fabric ripping. His unabashed show of brute force sent a ripple over the woman in his arms.
    As he switched breasts, feasting upon her neglected left nipple, he juggled her body, lifting her pert ass, so he could unzip, pulling down his dress pants. His cock sprang free, nestling against her soft womanly curls. She moaned. “Better.” He heaved a sigh of relief. Finally they were skin to skin. He was content with that contact as she moved, grinding her wetness against his cock.
    She was not. “Max, I need…” She rose, he assisted her, and she positioned him between her pussy lips. “Oh yes.” She made an erotic sound as she sank down on him, a long, slow slide that yanked at his control. She was so tight. “Max.” She whimpered with the fullness. He held her to him, breathing encouragement in a long dead language. He couldn’t find the English words. His mind was too crowded with sensation.
    He was inside her. If he shifted now, if he took her in demon form, he’d have her. He’d pour his demon seed into her and no other demon, no other being could take her from him. She’d be his forever. His skin shimmered as he fought the shift.
    “Max?” Wide brown eyes stared at him. Kayla’s face was frozen with fear.
    That fear pushed his demon back in place. He couldn’t take her like that. “Ride me, Kayla.” He