It had to be wrong to lust for a demon. But she couldn’t seem to stop herself from wanting him, from yielding a little bit more of herself each time he touched her. “We need to leave,” she whispered, almost grateful to be going somewhere where she wouldn’t be alone with him.

His hand left her neck and swept down her spine. She moaned softly as he ground himself against her. He made her ache in a way she’d never ached before. He made her fantasize about things that shouldn’t be allowed to happen. . . .

She turned her head and kissed his neck.

“Aisling,” he said, and the sound made her swell and part in readiness for him. Her hands moved up his sides and around to find his nipples. They were hard points against her palms. She rubbed over them, and thrilled at the way he panted lightly and cupped her buttocks so he could pull her more tightly against him.

“Tell me, Aisling. Can I pass for human?” There was a dark amusement in his voice that made her shiver. . . .