A sensual cinnamon scented wind blew through my bedroom and I smiled. Being asleep was fast becoming my favorite part of the day. Letting one eye open slightly, I saw the blast of amethyst crystals rain down from the ceiling and dance across the black onyx floor. It was gorgeous. Of course the sparkling magic didn’t hold a candle to the beauty of my Siren…

Feigning sleep, I was going to make her work for it. Her anger would only make what was destined to follow even more passionate.

“I know you’re faking,” Elle said. “Open your eyes or I’ll leave.”

“No you won’t,” I replied, refusing to obey even though there was nothing more in the world I wanted than to gaze at her… well, gaze amongst other things.

“Try me, Devil,” she purred.

“I have, Siren. And it was delightfully mind blowing,” I said with a laugh as I sat up and let the black silk sheets fall away from my naked and obscenely aroused body. “We really must stop meeting like this. I need my beauty sleep.”

Crossing her arms over her barely clad chest, she glared at me so long it was positively rude. My dick grew harder. It was excruciating. She could pout all she wanted. It was incredibly sexy. My Siren knew she would get what she came for. I could deny her nothing.

With her full lips pursed, she let her eyes roam over my body with unbridled lust. My heart raced and I let her have her fill. I was quite the specimen of beauty.

“Take off your clothes, Elle. I’m going to fuck you.”

I felt her joyous laugh all the way to my balls. I could undress her with a flick of my wrist, but it was much more fun to watch her disrobe.

“Kind of bossy this evening,” she said, raising her brow as she pulled one ribbon on the shoulder of her purple gown and it fell to the floor. The puddle of purple silk under her bare feet shimmered like water and her gloriously naked body glowed with a mystical inner light. She took my breath.

“This seems so real,” I muttered.

“In a sense it is,” Elle replied slowly walking toward my bed. “Do you remember what happened when I came to you last?”

“Every fucking second—pun intended,” I told her, my eyes riveted to hers. “And I keep reliving it in all my waking moments.”

“The line between reality and illusion is very thin, my love.”

“I want to know where you’re hiding,” I said.

“I thought you wanted to fuck,” she shot back with a wide grin.

“Well, that too,” I told her as I reached for her and pulled her down beside me. “I think you’re in danger.”

Without acknowledging my concern, she pressed her lips to mine. My brain shorted out for a second and I took what I could get. She could distract me momentarily, but not forever. A simple kiss from my Siren was somehow more intense than any sex I’d had in my long life.

As my lips captured hers, I knew I needed her more now than I did even yesterday. She was my fire in the darkness. Her name was my salvation. Adrielle meant darkness and Rinoa meant the torch of light in the darkness. I needed her fire to cleanse my sins and she needed my lust to survive, but it was far more complicated than that. And right now it was ridiculously complicated, considering she was Dream Walking and not truly here.

“You feel so good,” she mumbled against my lips, pressing her nude body against mine.

Our power and need for each other was overwhelming. It tangled and twisted causing bursts of black glitter and amethyst crystal to explode and shower down on us. Her touch kissed my skin and her fire bit at me as our lust increased. She was my addiction and I was hers. In my arms she felt like liquid molten desire.

My hands memorized her body and my lips and tongue followed. Elle’s taste was intoxicating and her scent drove me wild. Her moans of pleasure were music to my ears. I wanted to send my Siren to heights she could never come down from.

And I wanted her to fucking stay with me.

Elle’s fire bathed my skin and I groaned in ecstasy. She fed a need in me so powerful, I could no longer live without her. I didn’t want to live without her.

Trapping her wrists over her head, I pushed at her wet entrance with my painfully hard erection.

“Yes,” she muttered, writhing beneath me like a wild animal in heat. “Yes.”

“Kismet,” I whispered as I pushed the head of my cock into her.

Her eyes went wide with shock. She tried to wiggle away, but her pleasure at my invasion was so intense she couldn’t. I wasn’t playing fair, but I was the Devil. I never played fair when something I wanted was at stake.

“Do you want this?” I asked, pushing more of myself into her body.

“You know I do,” she snapped as she tightened around me like a vise. “And you want it too.”

“More than I want to breathe,” I agreed in a husky voice. Holding back was killing me, but it was the only game I had right now. “But I also want you back. Permanently.”

“This is all we can have,” she gasped out on a scream as I jerked my hips forward and buried myself to the hilt inside her.

“Let’s agree to disagree,” I said, holding my body still with enormous effort. “Are you in Kismet?”

“No.”

“Are you lying?” I demanded, grinding my body against hers.

All was fair in love and war.

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Does Fate know you and your mother are there?” I asked, holding still again.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

“Answer my question.”

Elle’s lavender eyes starred daggers at me, but her need for me overcame her reason. “Not yet.”

“Good girl,” I said, beginning a slow, lazy thrust in and out of her lust-addled body. “That’s all I needed to know.”

“You won’t be able to find Kismet. I don’t want you there. It’s too dangerous,” she said on a moan as I began to increase my speed.

“Not to worry,” I said, feeling the pressure at the base of my spine tingle.

“Promise me you won’t try to find me,” she begged.

“I promise,” I whispered in her ear and then nipped at it hard.

Her gasp and shudder almost did me in, but I wasn’t close to done with my Siren. I was going to take her all night.

“Are you lying?”

“Of course I am. I’m the Devil.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Your point?” I inquired as I rotated my hips and plunged into her as deep as I could.

Her scream of pleasure was orgasmic. All thoughts of rational conversation were now gone.

“If you love me, then fuck me,” she hissed. “Now.”

“I love you,” I said. “And I will take you up on your offer.”

And I did.

And she came. And she came. And she came.

It was a night neither of us would ever forget.