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  Raelyn finished her pudding faster than he liked, and rose out of her chair.

  “Are you done?” she frowned, looking at the untouched piece of pie on his plate.

  Not trusting himself to speak, Julian simply nodded, yes. Raelyn gathered the dirty dishes and headed towards the kitchen.

  He watched her walk away, her jeans hugging her curves in all of the right places. He ached to run his hands along her naked skin, to feel his body pressed up against those glorious curves. She moved in the small kitchen and he silently rose out of his chair. He’d spent most of dinner wondering what it would be like to make love to her.

  What did she look like with her hair fanned out across the pillow as he peppered her with kisses? What type of noises did she make while he licked and suckled at the folds in between her legs? What would it feel like to be deep inside her when she orgasmed?

  Julian walked into the kitchen, his heart pounding in anticipation. He didn’t want the pecan pie for dessert. He wanted what was standing directly in front of him and it was time for him to take a bite.

  Chapter 12 - Raelyn

  Raelyn watched food slide off of the plate and into the garbage can below and cringed. Julian had barely eaten his entrée and he’d left his dessert untouched.

  It was all her fault.

  She finished clearing the food off of the plates and added the dirty dishes into the sink. Raelyn bowed her head, letting her hair fall forward to hide her embarrassment. She’d been so busy at work today that she didn’t eat lunch. By the time she’d sat down with Julian for dinner, she’d been famished. Instead of slowing down and eating like a lady, Raelyn had shoveled food into her mouth like a half starved beast. Her mother had always said that she had an appetite like an animal, and tonight she’d proven her right. It was no wonder why Julian had barely touched his meal, she’d probably turned him off with her ferocious appetite.

  Then to top it all off, nerves made her ramble non-stop. The poor man never would’ve been able to get a word in edgewise, even if he’d tried.

  Raelyn winced. It’s one of the reasons why her ex-boyfriend used to always call her weird.

  Does Julian think the same way?

  Raelyn stole a quick glance at the man dressed in head to toe black seated at her dining room table. Every time she looked at Julian, his aura was still absent. The lack of visual cues and his silence throughout dinner left her wondering what he was thinking and feeling. Was he enjoying himself or was he patiently waiting for the right time to run for his life?

  She reached out to turn on the faucet and jumped when a masculine hand covered her own. She hadn’t even heard him get up and move.

  “Save that for later.”

  The deep tone ignited a spark of hope inside her chest. Maybe she hadn’t ruined everything just yet?

  Julian’s fingers moved, trailing a lazy path up her arm, ending at the nape of her neck. His fingers moved to tuck hair behind her ear, uncovering her face.

  “Turn around.”

  The husky words sent a shiver of anticipation through her and Raelyn followed the command. Instead of moving away, Julian rested his hands on either side of her body, boxing her in against the sink. He shifted closer, towering over her and invading her personal space.

  Raelyn’s pulse raced at his close presence. She could see the stubble on his jaw, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, and the strong line of his throat as it rose from the neckline of his black shirt. Her nose picked up the scent of wood, spice, and a musk that was uniquely Julian. His smoldering gray eyes met her hopeful China blues. Her pulse rate spiked up to a higher level, and she said the first random thing that popped into her head.

  “Did you enjoy dinner?”

  Wait, what?

  If her arms had been free, Raelyn would’ve slapped a hand over her mouth before it could do any more damage.

  She was standing alone in her apartment, with a gorgeous man who had caged her in against the kitchen sink, and that’s what she thinks to ask him?

  He chuckled and lifted a hand. He traced down her cheek with the back of it. His touch was featherlight, and she closed her eyes so she could concentrate on how it felt to have his hand against her skin. His fingers moved across her chin and his hand slid until it cupped the side of her face. He pulled her forward gently, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to her lips. Deepening the kiss, he pressed his body against hers and she felt evidence of his arousal. He shifted, pressing gentle kisses from her lips to her left ear. His touch was gentle, and a thrill of anticipation raced through her body.

  “That was the sexiest dinner I’ve ever had,” he whispered in her ear, the low tone sending shivers down her spine. “Except we aren’t finished yet.” He nibbled at her earlobe and her body hummed in response.

  “Something’s missing from my dessert.”

  Her eyes snapped open in surprise. She thought she’d remembered to tell him everything.

  “What did I forget?”

  “You.”

  That simple word sent a tingle of anticipation throughout her body. His eyes were intense, focused on her, and ridiculously sexy. She wanted to reach up and taste those lips of his again, but he beat her to it. His lips claimed her own with a searching tongue, seeking entry. She parted her lips and he explored the wet silken contours of her mouth. The kiss was slow, sensual, and tender. Heat coiled throughout her body, wanting more of him.

  Raelyn couldn’t stop her hands from running up Julian’s hard chest to circle his neck. She ran her fingers through his hair. The wavy stands were as silky and soft as they looked. His hands wrapped around her hips, then moved down to cup her ass, sending a thrill of anticipation through her body. As if responding to her unspoken desires, Julian’s fingers slid underneath her top, touching her bare skin, gliding up towards her bra. His warm fingers slipped underneath the lace and her nipples hardened at his touch. He pinched the tender tip, sending an electric shock through her system. She felt his erection straining against his trousers and desire throbbed between her thighs.

  In that moment, unanswered questions didn’t matter. Missing auras didn’t matter. Being weird didn’t matter. She’d been single for far too long and she wanted him. She wanted this, one night, with a gorgeous man in her bed and mind-blowing passionate sex.

  He pulled up her top and she raised her arms to let him slip it off. With deft fingers he unclasped the bra and slid it off her shoulders.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said. He leaned down and captured an erect nipple in his mouth. He began to suckle and she moaned in pleasure, the feel of his tongue on her sensitive peaks was amazing. When he stopped working on the right and moved to give attention to the left, Raelyn felt heat rush to her core.

  Hot. Everything was so hot. She wanted more. More of this. More of him. She’d been single for too long. A vibrator was great for taking the edge off on occasion, but it was no replacement for the real thing. Her hand dropped down to rub against the bulge between his legs. She wanted to feel him moving inside her. She spoke without thinking.

  “I need you in me, please.”

  She felt his teeth graze her nipple when he grinned. He kissed each breast one last time then shifted his position. She yelped when he picked her up, one arm underneath her legs, the other at her back, bridal style. He carried her over to the bed and toed off his shoes, then laid her down before stretching out over her. He put his hands on either side of her head, caging her in yet again, this time against the pillows. He pressed his body down on hers, keeping most of the weight in his arms as he captured her mouth in a heated kiss. Her panties grew wet at the feel of his erection through his clothes.

  She hated the fabric that separated them. She grabbed at his shirt, wanting the offending material out of her way.

  “Take this off,” she muttered with a sharp tug.

  Julian sat back on his heels and lifted the shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Raelyn stared at his naked chest and sexual excitement prickled her flesh, making every
inch of her burn. His body was lean and sculpted with defined muscles. The distinct bumps and ridges of his chest and abs called out for her fingers to trace. She’d never had a chance to touch a body like his before.

  Julian moved forward, his strong body hovering over her. He swept his tongue over her bottom lip while his fingers teased her breasts. He moved to plant little kisses along the curve of her neck while his fingers explored every inch of her exposed skin. The slow pace drove her wild with anticipation. Her hands reached for his front and she brushed her fingers along the erection straining against his pants. A hiss came from between his clenched teeth and she unbuckled his belt then yanked down on the zipper. He rolled away, pulled a condom out of his pocket and tossed it onto the bed, then pushed his pants and underwear off.

  She got her first look at him completely naked and every female hormone in her body sat up to pay attention. His body was sin and his erection stood out in a display of pure unadulterated temptation. She burned with the need to feel him inside of her. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off her hips, taking her panties along with it. She kicked the material off the bed and shivered in anticipation as the cool air of the room caressed her exposed skin.

  He shifted back up, trailing his fingers up the inside of her thigh and to the aching spot between her legs. His touch, so close to her yearning, sent a shudder through her entire body.

  “Your body is perfect,” he murmured, his eyes like gray glass lit from within. He rubbed the warm folds between her legs, and she felt herself get wetter and wetter. She gasped when he slid one finger into her sex.

  “You’re so wet for me,” he rasped.

  He worked his finger in and out of her, sending spirals of arousal into her belly. His thumb gently stroked her clit in light circular motions that made her squirm and arch her hips. He slipped another finger inside her and quickened his pace. She grabbed the sheets with her hands while his fingers pumped in and out of her channel. She felt heat start to build everywhere.

  It’d been so long since someone had touched her like this. She’d almost forgotten how good it could feel. He captured a breast in his mouth, his teeth grazing the nipple. His fingers continued to stroke her walls and she felt her legs start to shake. Her climax spiraled out from her center in a rush of pleasure that made her toes curl.

  Julian slipped his fingers out of her channel and kissed her hard on the lips. Raelyn came down from her high and felt his erection pressed up against her leg. She reached down and ran her hand up and down his hardened shaft.

  “I want to feel you inside me,” she said, rubbing the bead of pre-come on the tip.

  His heated look almost made her go up in flames. He sat back on his heels and reached for the condom. He tore the foil packet open with his teeth and slipped it on. He leaned forward and kissed her hard on the lips as he slid his hardened member into her aching sex in one smooth stroke.

  “Yes,” she cried. “Oh, yes.” Her inner muscles rippled around his cock. She reached up and traced her fingers around the curving muscles of his shoulders and back. His body was warm and rock hard. He started to move and she dug her fingers into his shoulder blades, arching against him.

  “You feel amazing,” he groaned. “So tight and wet for me.”

  Her hands slid down to grab his firm ass and pulled him forward, encouraging him to move faster. Responding to her signal, his control broke and he began driving into her. She felt the shift of his hard length inside her as the tension wound tighter and tighter. A sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead and she couldn’t stop herself from touching that glorious body anywhere that she could reach. He was magnificent and everything she could have imagined. He dug his fingers into her hips and pumped hard, and then her own climax hit, again. It detonated like an explosion in her gut, her body aflame with delirious release and she screamed his name. As she convulsed around him, she felt him go still. Julian was still large and hard inside of her, and her insides hummed in anticipation despite her release.

  “Keep moving,” she arched her hips up in invitation, then reached down to grip that tight ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles together. He moved closer and pushed in deeper. He was hard, thick, and she loved the feel of him. He started to thrust in a wild rhythm. She could feel her inner muscles clench at the friction. His breathing sped up and then he was throwing his head back and shouting at the ceiling as he came inside of her, his cock pulsing with his release. When the pulsing stopped he slid out of her and turned away for a moment. When he came back the condom was gone and he bent over her.

  “You’re amazing,” he said, a little breathless. He moved to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms and legs around his naked body, pulling him close, enjoying the touch of skin on skin. They stayed together like that, touching, kissing, and exploring each other’s bodies as they slowly came down from the sensual high.

  Her hands roamed every inch of him. She enjoyed the feel of his toned skin underneath her fingertips, tracing muscles that could literally model designer underwear. He shifted, and she felt the beginning of his returning erection. It sent a rush of heat to her sex. Because, for just this one night, his body belonged to her.

  Chapter 13 - Julian

  Julian woke before Raelyn did and took the moment to study her. Her face looked relaxed, at peace. He liked to think that he’d put that there.

  Last night had been absolutely amazing. The shy, timid, little rabbit that he’d first met, turned into an outgoing, ravishing, sex kitten in bed and he’d enjoyed every second of it. For their final round, they’d moved together slow and steady, both wanting to make it last as long as possible, before passion and desire won out and they’d orgasmed together.

  Relaxed and satiated, he’d pulled her into his arms. She’d rested her head against his chest. Sleep followed shortly thereafter.

  It was the best night of sleep he’d had in a very long time. Julian frowned. He couldn’t remember the last time that he’d woken up feeling this alive and refreshed. Raelyn stirred, her eyes opening slowly.

  “Good morning,” she greeted, her voice raspy with sleep. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and smiled.

  “Good morning.” He leaned over, capturing those luscious lips into a deep kiss. His fingers trailed down to her hardened nipples and she moaned. It was his new favorite sound and he couldn’t wait to hear it again.

  The alarm on her phone chimed, interrupting his advances.

  “I have to go to work,” she groaned, shifting to swipe the phone to snooze. When she moved her legs fell open, exposing the curls surrounding her sex.

  It was a sight too tempting for him to resist. Eying his prize, he slid down until he was eye level with her folds. He inhaled her scent, then dove in for a taste. She gasped in surprise.

  “Julian, what’re you do-?” Her question trailed off into a moan and she grabbed the sheets. His tongue traced down and inside her, then swirled around her sensitive clit. She shuddered as he continued to lick. He pressed his tongue deeper inside her and Raelyn made a low noise in her throat. She grabbed his head and shoved it even harder between her legs. She was warm and wet and he enjoyed the feel of his tongue on her sex. Her legs trembled and he increased the pace, eager to completely unravel her.

  They both had things to do today, responsibilities that demanded their attention. First on his list was seeing that beautiful face when she came. Bringing a woman to the point of release, with only his mouth and tongue, was one of Julian’s favorite things. Besides, it was the least he could do to repay his new sex kitten for a night of mind-blowing sex.

  He licked and sucked, then began to swirl his tongue rapidly. Her breaths turned into little pants and he moved his tongue faster, ignoring his own growing erection. This morning it was all about her pleasure. She shoved her hips upward and cried out, legs shaking as her climax overtook her. He ran his fingers up and down her thighs, while she came down from her high.

  “You’re amazin
g,” he grinned and sat back on his heels.

  The alarm on the phone chimed again.

  “Ugh,” she groaned. “I really do have to get ready for work.”

  He watched that gorgeous figure rise from the bed. She stood, naked in front of him. He reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her towards him. He captured a perk nipple with his mouth and he felt her entire body weaken.

  “Julian,” she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed weakly away from him. “I’ve really got to go get ready.”

  He let her pull away, his mouth releasing her breast with a loud pop.

  “Go,” he said, before he could change his mind and taste her again. His cock twitched at the sight of that tight, perky ass walking away from him.

  As much as he longed to stay in bed with Raelyn all day, their playtime was over. She had to go to work, he had a demon to catch.

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  Hineker parked the SUV in the visitor space for Hoverson Summit Apartments. “We’ve arrived, Master.”

  Julian stepped out of the vehicle and surveyed the area. The complex was large, with a dozen buildings that each stood four stories high. Gray cement walls and red doors paired with red iron balconies encompassed each building.

  He checked the paper in his hand for the victim’s unit. After Raelyn had provided him the name of the deceased, he’d instructed Hineker to stop by the police station. Enthralled by the demon’s charms, Charmaine gave them a copy of the victim’s accident report. The police report had all the information he needed about their victim. Mr. Matthew Brown was a seventy-six year-old widower who had lived alone and stumbled while walking down the stairs outside of his apartment, sustaining a fatal head injury that led to his death.

  Julian guessed that there was a small detail that the police had unknowingly left out of their report. Mr. Matthew Brown didn’t stumble to his death on his own; he’d had unwanted help from a demon.

  “We’re looking for building eight, fourth floor apartment, number eight forty-one,” Julian read off the location from the report.