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wasn’t her hormones finally come to haunt her. It had been over five years since she’d had sex, and an even longer time since she’d had good sex. “So, umm, Rafie-poo, if I’m a succubus, why have I been able to survive without doing the nasty?”
“You’re only part succubus. There’s mortal—and immortal—energy within you.” At her blank stare, Rafe growled, deep, gravelly, and oh so sexy. “This is worse than I thought.”
“What’s so bad? I shut the box. I didn’t see any of your demon buddies come flying out.”
Rising from the chair, Rafe stalked toward her, his eyes blazing. He grabbed her shoulders and brought her eye-to-eye, his smoldering glare melting her to mush. “They don’t show themselves until the moon has completely left the Earth’s shadow. We have approximately…” He reached into the pocket of his black leather coat and pulled out an old antique watch. Thank goodness Serah was in bed. She’d be drooling all over the timepiece—if she already wasn’t drooling from Rafe’s superhuman sexiness. “Two hours.”
“Huh?”
Rafe took a deep exasperated breath. “Six in the morning. That’s when the eclipse is over. Once the Moon leaves the Earth’s reflection, they’ll have enough energy to make their presence known.” Tossing his hair to the side, he sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t know which is worse. Having the chest opened up by a legion of Infernati or having it opened by a clueless succubus.”
Oh, hell no! He didn’t just call her clueless! Time to put her foot down! “Look here demon boy. I might be new to this whole succubus thing, but that doesn’t mean I’m clueless.”
Lucy’s gaze burned as heat filled her body. This man irritated her more than her mom! But why in the hell did she like him so much, and how come she was beginning to buy his whole sex demon story? This, of course, irritated her even more. The hairs at the back of her neck crackled and sparks formed in her eyes. Clenching her fists into tight balls, she inhaled and exhaled deep hot breaths. Like a raging bull, she supposed. Sans the nose ring, of course. She’d save that for some other demon. One who sported cloven hooves. Try wearing a pair of Serah’s pointy toe pumps with those! She shivered. Then again, the devil did wear Prada, right?
There she went, rambling in her own turbulent mind again. Curse Rafael Deleon. Then again, if he truly was a demon, wasn’t he already cursed? And if she was a demon, did that mean she was cursed, too?
As if sensing the inner turmoil, Rafe vacated the recliner and took a seat next to her on the futon. Lifting her chin between his thumb and forefinger, he locked gazes with her. His silver eyes glowed in the soft light of the floor lamp poised tall in the corner behind the futon.
“I sense your unease, Lucia. I vow to protect you. You’ve nothing to fear. Fear only makes the dark stronger.” The gentle caress of his fingertips, meant to comfort, sent bolts of every emotion she’d ever known racing through her body. Anger, joy, pain, sorrow, and lust. Especially lust. It electrified her. Made her heart burst into overdrive. Any faster and they’d need a defibrillator to bring her back.
“Rafe,” she said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and did what she’d been longing to do all night. Her fingers danced along his skin and inched closer to the prize. What was the deal with this man’s hair? Fingertips laced into sleek silky strands. With a soft whimper, she allowed his hair to cascade against her skin. She nibbled her lip and lowered her head to his shoulder, brushing her cheek against his. His stubbly chin rubbing against the softness of hers sent crackles of heated energy coursing through her. She had to kiss him. She’d be damned if she didn’t. Then again, wasn’t she already damned? Might as well go down happy.
“This shouldn’t be happening,” Rafe whispered, his breath hot against her ear. His heartbeat echoed her
“You’re only part succubus. There’s mortal—and immortal—energy within you.” At her blank stare, Rafe growled, deep, gravelly, and oh so sexy. “This is worse than I thought.”
“What’s so bad? I shut the box. I didn’t see any of your demon buddies come flying out.”
Rising from the chair, Rafe stalked toward her, his eyes blazing. He grabbed her shoulders and brought her eye-to-eye, his smoldering glare melting her to mush. “They don’t show themselves until the moon has completely left the Earth’s shadow. We have approximately…” He reached into the pocket of his black leather coat and pulled out an old antique watch. Thank goodness Serah was in bed. She’d be drooling all over the timepiece—if she already wasn’t drooling from Rafe’s superhuman sexiness. “Two hours.”
“Huh?”
Rafe took a deep exasperated breath. “Six in the morning. That’s when the eclipse is over. Once the Moon leaves the Earth’s reflection, they’ll have enough energy to make their presence known.” Tossing his hair to the side, he sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t know which is worse. Having the chest opened up by a legion of Infernati or having it opened by a clueless succubus.”
Oh, hell no! He didn’t just call her clueless! Time to put her foot down! “Look here demon boy. I might be new to this whole succubus thing, but that doesn’t mean I’m clueless.”
Lucy’s gaze burned as heat filled her body. This man irritated her more than her mom! But why in the hell did she like him so much, and how come she was beginning to buy his whole sex demon story? This, of course, irritated her even more. The hairs at the back of her neck crackled and sparks formed in her eyes. Clenching her fists into tight balls, she inhaled and exhaled deep hot breaths. Like a raging bull, she supposed. Sans the nose ring, of course. She’d save that for some other demon. One who sported cloven hooves. Try wearing a pair of Serah’s pointy toe pumps with those! She shivered. Then again, the devil did wear Prada, right?
There she went, rambling in her own turbulent mind again. Curse Rafael Deleon. Then again, if he truly was a demon, wasn’t he already cursed? And if she was a demon, did that mean she was cursed, too?
As if sensing the inner turmoil, Rafe vacated the recliner and took a seat next to her on the futon. Lifting her chin between his thumb and forefinger, he locked gazes with her. His silver eyes glowed in the soft light of the floor lamp poised tall in the corner behind the futon.
“I sense your unease, Lucia. I vow to protect you. You’ve nothing to fear. Fear only makes the dark stronger.” The gentle caress of his fingertips, meant to comfort, sent bolts of every emotion she’d ever known racing through her body. Anger, joy, pain, sorrow, and lust. Especially lust. It electrified her. Made her heart burst into overdrive. Any faster and they’d need a defibrillator to bring her back.
“Rafe,” she said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and did what she’d been longing to do all night. Her fingers danced along his skin and inched closer to the prize. What was the deal with this man’s hair? Fingertips laced into sleek silky strands. With a soft whimper, she allowed his hair to cascade against her skin. She nibbled her lip and lowered her head to his shoulder, brushing her cheek against his. His stubbly chin rubbing against the softness of hers sent crackles of heated energy coursing through her. She had to kiss him. She’d be damned if she didn’t. Then again, wasn’t she already damned? Might as well go down happy.
“This shouldn’t be happening,” Rafe whispered, his breath hot against her ear. His heartbeat echoed her
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