Copyright © 2009 Adrianne Brennan
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“You think you can handle me? Control me in a rite of summoning?” He laughed. “You can’t even control yourself!” Involuntarily, she jerked forward, but Onyx still held her arms. His grip tightened, and she winced.
“Do you know why you were supposed to control yourself?”
Unable to trust her ability to speak, she shook her head. His dark face gave way to a smile that sent tremors down her spine, both from fear and anticipation. Her mouth went dry, and the room grew hazy.
“Because you were supposed to save yourself for me.”
The demon reached out and dragged the tip of his finger from between her breasts to her lower belly. The touch of his skin against hers shot maddening, white-hot blazes of energy coursing through her, and she fought to keep herself from writhing under his caress. He removed his hand all too soon, and her breath hitched.
He chuckled. “Oh, they brought me a fun one. I think I like you, Lila.”