In one fast move, Tyrian had her flat on her back, her legs spread open.

“What?” she said raggedly. Arousal and pleasure glittered in her eyes, flushed her cheeks, and he wanted to see more of it. He wished he could go slow but now was not the time or the place, and the urge inside him was too strong to ignore.

He pulled down her jeans to her ankles, spread her soft thighs wide, and then he licked her sex. The first taste felt like he was about to come, the second was pure rapture. Tyrian inhaled her feminine scent, a smell he would forever remember every time he came for the rest of his life.

His fingers had to play, had to touch and feel what she was like. He pulled back,

hesitating to touch her with his rough hands but then he looked up at her flushed face, closed eyes, her head shaking side to side and thought no more.

He petted her, coating her creamy essence over his fingers as he licked and learned the soft folds of her lips. He pulled each of them into his mouth, feeling the soft flesh of her against his tongue and lips. Her scent drove him wild; the taste of her filled him like molten lava.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He parted her open, caressed her sensitive bud with his tongue, and watched pleasure consume her. How he wished he could bring her up slowly, keep her on the edge of bliss, then watch her fly apart, but there was no gentleness now. The soft succubus had torn his world upside down since she was brought into his life and now he was going to tear apart hers.

His finger found her wet opening and thrust inside. Her wet core easily allowed him inside. She cried out, her hands clutching his head to her and pride blazed inside him.

He did this to her. He made her feel like this. He worked his finger in and out of her, loving the wet silky drag of her muscles along his finger. She tensed and squeezed him as she neared her climax.

Tyrian barely managed to restrain his fangs, so badly did he want to bite her over her pussy, lick, and taste both of her lively essences dancing on his tongue. His hips pumped at the thought and he had to grind his stone hard cock into the ground to keep from coming.

A second finger joined the first and he growled against her at the welcoming, clenching sensations of her. He wanted that to work over his cock. He wanted to spread her wide and fill her deep.

Her hips jerked up against his mouth and locked in place there, straining towards him.

Her felt a trembling begin in her legs and spread out through her body like a tidal wave.

Beautiful. He flicked his tongue faster over her perfect spot and felt her fly apart before she screamed it.

She was perfect. She was hot and sexy as hell. And he was seeing in a haze. He barely managed to keep pumping his fingers inside her, to keep flicking her bud to prolong her pleasure before he sat up and tore open his pants. He had to feel her. Had to feel her muscles quivering around him.

He leaned over her with one hand, aimed his cock at her wet opening, then thrust inside.

What happened in the following minutes was hazy.

He took her with a savagery he never knew he had. He pumped hard and fast inside her, feeling her wet sheath gripping him like a lifeline. She howled and dragged her nails over his back and he didn’t know if it was from pleasure or something else. He didn’t care. Couldn’t.

She gripped his cock so softly, so perfectly. He kept taking her harder and harder until they ended up bent halfway up the wall and his balls were slamming against her. She locked her legs around his thighs, making the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard in his life.

How he lasted as long as he did, he had no clue. But he felt her shattering around him.

Heard her cry out his name like a battle cry. Her pussy clenched and constricted around him with the perfect amount of pressure and he couldn’t stop the flood of his orgasm. He slammed his cock in deep, and let the hot pulses of come shoot from the tip of him, hitting hot and wet inside her.

Long minutes after it was done, the haze finally began to lift like someone had taken the lid off a boiling pot of water. He withdrew from her body and stared at the wet sheen that covered his softening cock. He felt his body stir at the sight of it, at the sight of her breathing deep with her legs spread wide and bare.

He tore himself away from her and righted himself, trying to remember his training. He had to erect that icy shield once again. What was happening to him? Was this some side effect from not taking a woman since Maria? It was so long ago he barely recalled what a woman felt like around him, had only vague allusions about it. He certainly didn’t remember it feeling so...incredible. So addicting. Already he needed more.

Chloe had to be an enchantress. Or perhaps the succubus had some pheromone she

secreted to lure men. Either way, he was done with it. Completely. Though, as he released the emergency lock, he couldn’t think of one damned reason why. For a mere moment, he

entertained the thought of just taking her as she wanted, as often as she wanted, even more. His heart raced not in excitement at the thought, but in fear. Somehow he just knew. He knew that if he let himself be with her, it would all happen again. Just like with Maria.

Two slender arms wrapped around his stomach. The warm press at his back felt good, so he pulled her off him and backed against the wall so she couldn’t touch him. She smiled at him like she knew exactly what he was thinking and stood opposite him, leaning casually against the elevator. Inside he chuckled at her obvious mockery. She was tough to stand up to him as she did, to attempt things with him that no one else dared. She was also foolish.

Her smile could start an entire war, inspire a mysterious painting. It somehow managed to say everything and nothing about her all at the same time. The curious part of him desired to learn those secrets. Every intimate one of them.

His eyes flickered briefly over her jeans. He told himself it was to make sure she put them on properly because he didn’t want the guards to see her for modesty sakes. It was a lie he wouldn’t admit to if his enemies were torturing him.

The doors pinged and they both stepped into a lobby of grinning men. Tyrian’s blood chilled, his skin pulled tight as he remembered why this had been a terrible idea. Before he’d been in a sex-induced haze thanks to the damned enchantress.

Cameras, this building had lots of them everywhere, including in the elevator. Tyrian grabbed Chloe’s hand, ignoring her startled look, and dragged her out of the building and away from the sound of masculine laughter.

Chloe sighed in frustration. They’d been walking forever. Really couldn’t he just go get a car or something? Sure it was about 6 in the morning and all the lots were closed and probably rental places too, but come on, how about a taxi or something?

Her calves and thighs burned and she was already starting to feel edgy again from the new moon. Though it didn’t help that every other second she was replaying the elevator sex in her head. God, now that’s what she wanted. Tyrian, untamed and wild. When the man lost his cool, he was a force to be reckoned with.

He’d gone between her legs and done something so devastating with his mouth she

hadn’t known what to say, or strangely, to do with her hands. Eventually, she’d satisfied herself by grabbing his hair even though she’d pull some of it out of the tie. When they’d left the elevator, he’d looked like a mad man with his hair half a mess.

Was the passion she glimpsed in him something he used to have? She could easily see him as he’d been in the painting. A simple, pleased smile on his lips, a glint of warmth in his eyes.