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but when
his head was tipped down, she looked in vain for evidence of horns on his
forehead or on the top of his head.
    Does he have
horns?
    Does every
demon—because that’s what he is…a demon!—have horns?
    He certainly
has a tail…and a forked tongue.
    Claire kept
staring into his eyes, telling herself this was totally impossible while, at
the same time, trying to accept the impossible.
    It had gone on
far too long to be a mere dream. Plus, there was a certain logic to everything
she had done—things she had said and thought last night and today—that weren’t
at all dreamlike. She glanced down at her hand to be sure because, long ago, someone
told her that you can’t look at your hands in a dream.
    But she could
see her hands as she flexed her fingers.
    “You’re not
dreaming,” he said, as if reading her mind.
    Still, as she
looked back at Samael, trying to figure out exactly what she was feeling and
wondering why she wasn’t totally repulsed, a terrifying sense of unreality
washed over her. She shifted so there was a bit of distance between them. Lying
there naked in front of him, she felt vulnerable and open in ways she never had
before, but when she glanced down the length of his body, she was in for
another, even greater surprise.
    He didn’t have
any genitals.
    “What the—?”
she squealed as she tried to twist away from him. Yet when they broke contact,
she didn’t leap off the bed and run, screaming from the room. Still, she put a
safe distance between them and stared at him, panting hard.
    “You don’t
have any…? How can you…? What’s happening?”
    Samael smiled
at her, obviously understanding perfectly what had surprised her. He looked at
her and then gave her an almost shy shrug and said, “Why do you think they call
it Hell?”
    “You mean you
can’t…? But I felt…when we were lying down…there was something…you know, hard
pressing against my leg.”
    “A tail can do
more than wag,” he said, and he followed this with the most temptingly evil
laugh she had ever heard. Memories of his tongue sliding around inside her
mouth like a live snake again both repulsed and attracted her.
    As if in
demonstration, Samael lay on his back and hooked his hands behind his head as
Claire stared at his sculpted body. His abs and pecs stood out in sharp relief.
Her mouth actually watered.
    What happened
next absolutely floored her.
    His tail slid
up between his legs, glowing and glistening wetly in the semidarkness of the
bedroom. It kept extending until it was more than three feet long. The shaft of
the tail was thick and smooth, and the fleshy tip was pointed, shaped like an
inverted heart. She watched in rapt fascination as it began to wave gracefully
from side to side like a cobra being charmed.
    The impulse to
reach out and touch it was overpowering. The tail curled and swayed so
sensuously Claire didn’t realize she was licking her lips hungrily. Her breath
was coming faster and faster, whistling in her throat as a hot rush of blood
flushed her face and breasts.
    “Go ahead,”
Samael said with a soft, kindly voice. “Touch it."
    Shocked that
he seemed to be reading her mind again, Claire gaped at him. Her mouth dropped
open, and her vision blurred as her pulse started racing even faster.
    “It doesn’t
bite.”
    With that, he
thrust his hips up off the mattress and watched with her as his tail wagged
back and forth as if it had a life of its own.
    Ever so
slowly, Claire reached out until her fingertips brushed across the fleshy
member. Its heat all but seared her fingers as an electric shock traveled down
her spine to her crotch. A slow, throbbing ache filled her groin, and all she
could think was: I really am going to go to Hell for this .
    “Go on,”
Samael urged.
    Claire glanced
up at him and saw his face, flushed with pleasure and anticipation. He smiled
at her wickedly, the sensuous, shimmering glow in his eyes as intense as an
acetylene torch. It flared when she finally