Her skin was soaked in seconds as she ran and-
"Holly."
Niol stood before her. Raindrops slid down his cheeks. His dark T-shirt clung to him, molding to his chest as the rain pounded against him.
He'd been waiting for me?
She stumbled to a halt, caught by his stare and the roar of thunder.
The rain was a cold touch on her skin. Stinging.
And Niol seemed just out of reach.
Then he moved toward her.
Maybe she should have called first. Maybe she was presuming one hell of a lot by showing up on his doorstep, but she'd-
Wanted him. "Niol, I-"
He kissed her. An openmouthed, knee-shaking kiss that screamed possession and lust the way the storm screamed its fury.
His hands locked on her hips. Slid down and caught the curve of her ass. He jerked her against him, right against the bulge of arousal that couldn't be hidden with the wet clothing.
The cold wasn't affecting him.
And it sure wasn't slowing her down any.
His mouth lifted and he stared at her, those secrets still in his eyes. "I was going to stay away."
What?
"Fucking can't."
His head bent and his mouth pressed against her neck. Oh, yes. She'd always loved it when-
The swirl of his tongue.
The faintest press of his teeth.
Her nails dug into his shoulders and her head tipped back. If the man wanted access…
Her thighs parted and he slid one muscled leg against her core. She rocked against him. Not enough.
Not nearly.
"If we don't get inside in the next thirty seconds…" Growled against her throat. Holly shivered.
"I'll take you here."
Tempting. She'd never made love in a rainstorm and it sounded wild and sexy and-
And her guards were out there somewhere. Waiting. Watching.
Her eyes opened, blinking against the raindrops. "In…side." Okay, yeah, that was her sounding all hoarse. Couldn't help it.
A nip of those teeth.
Heat pooled in her sex.
He grabbed her hand and ran with her toward the brightly lit house. Water splashed around them.
Thunder rumbled close by.
The thick wooden door opened just as they reached the steps. Handy trick, that.
Warmth hit her, battling against the chill she'd all but stopped feeling.
The door slammed.
She pushed wet hair out of her eyes. Jeez, she probably looked like hell. Serious drowned-rat syndrome while he-
He looked good wet. Hair dripping. Muscles flexing beneath the shirt that clung like a second skin.
Holly swallowed. Oh, damn.
Niol reached for her-
But Holly shook her head. "I'm taking you this time, demon."
He blinked.
She smiled and sank to her knees before him.
"Holly, you don't have to-"
Removing wet jeans was a very tricky business. "I want to." She wanted to taste him so badly that her mouth had gone dry.
The snap popped loose. The zipper hissed down.
His arousal sprang into her hands. Full and long and thick and-
And she wanted him.
Holly bent her head and took the tip of his erection into her mouth.
"Fuck."
Not now, but soon.
She licked him, learning his shape slowly, using her lips and her tongue to tease and take.
As he'd taken her.
A drop of his essence leaked out and she tasted him. Salty, but strangely sweet. He tasted different from a human-better.
She wanted more.
Another inch. Two. His length slid into her mouth as his hands sank into her hair.
"Love, that's good. So damn good. "
It was sure good for her. Holly's sex clenched as she took him. More, now, deeper.
His hold on her became harder and her mouth moved faster. Her cheeks pulled in as she took him. Her fingers dug into his ass– great ass-and her ni**les ached as the need and lust tangled within her.
Her gaze lifted to his face. Flushed cheeks. Shining eyes.
"Dark," he whispered and she knew that her own eyes had changed. His jaw clenched.
"No…more."
But she wanted more.
His hands pulled her back. "With you, love, or not at all."
Well, she sure wasn't taking the "not at all" option.
Holly rose, knees trembling. She yanked off her shirt, heard the slap of the wet material hitting the floor. With a tug, her bra came loose and her br**sts were bared to him, ni**les pebbled and hungry.
His lips closed over her nipple and he sucked. A deep, hard pull that was exactly what she'd wanted. His left hand took her other breast. Fondling and squeezing and her hunger built even more.
Getting out of her pants was hard. They clung. They twisted. But after one wild shimmy, she'd ditched them, her shoes, and her panties.
The bed was close. The couch was closer.
Niol had her on the cushions, her legs up and spread, his c**k against her eager opening, in a blink.
"Now." A snarl from Niol.
"Now." She growled the word right back at him.
He drove deep.
Yes. What she'd wanted all day.
What she'd needed.
The rhythm was fast and hard. Almost…desperate.
Pleasure built and tempted.
Withdraw. Thrust. His fingers marked her flesh, digging deep, just like hers did.
Their eyes locked. Holly's drumming heartbeat filled her ears. She strained against him, needing to be even closer.
The climax slammed into her.
Him.
She lost her breath and could only hold on as the release blasted her. Niol was with her every second. She heard the gasp of his breath, felt the hot pulse of his release, and saw the satisfaction fill his face.
When her heartbeat slowed and the little convulsions in her sex finally eased, Holly realized her legs were around his hips, her heels digging into him. She also realized she didn't want to move.
Her lips curved. Having sex with Niol was damn fine.
"Can't f**king stay away."
A frown pulled her brows low. He'd said something like that before-
Niol kissed her. Hard. Angry. With the edge of desperation she'd felt earlier.
His mouth tore from hers. "Can't."
She didn't understand, but Holly just shook her head, needing to soothe him. "You don't have to-
I want you with me."
Niol didn't speak. Just kissed her once more.
He had an addiction. A drug of choice that was in his blood, twisting and turning in his veins.
Demons had a problem with addiction. All the paranormals knew that.
He'd been so careful over the years. So careful .
Niol turned in the bed and let his gaze fall on Holly's face. Her hair was dry now and curling just a bit. He brushed a lock back from her cheek.
His addiction.
One he'd lie for. Kill for.