Hot Demon Nights Read Online Free PDF Page A

caressed the curve where my neck joined my shoulder, sending a carnal response directly south to that place low, low, low in my belly. We both want this. It’s…distracting, isn’t it? Don’t you want me to clear your mind?
    It was distracting—and that was the problem. Lust hadn’t distracted me for way too long. Ever since Chicago. And even before then, nothing had ever felt this good. My core tightened, awash with a desire more intense than anything I’d ever experienced. “What are you doing to me?”
    “Nothing you don’t already crave.”
    My head tipped backward, resting against his chest, despite every recrimination I could muster against myself. When his fingers tightened on my hips, my body automatically aligned with his. I was on fire, burning out of control in the apartment of a man suspected of stealing bodies, and there was nothing I could do to stop the demon’s next move.
    The hard ridge in his trousers nudged against the denim of my jeans, pressing against me, inspiring all manner of lewd ideas. I fought for control, knowing he could read my every thought. But the pleasure was so all-consuming that I couldn’t help but melt into it.
    “Tell me yes, Katya,” he said against my ear. “Admit that you want this…as much as I do.” The smoothness in his voice was gone. It was gravelly now, as if he fought for his own control. It made me feel powerful, knowing I could turn him on that much and that he’d still wait for me to say yes. Maybe it was that—the contrast with the last man who made me feel so powerless—that had me finally giving in.
    “Yes,” I whispered. I closed my eyes, surrendering to sensation.
    He groaned in response before his hands left my hips, sliding up beneath my leather jacket to cup my breasts. “I’m drawn to you like a bee to honey. I must drink.” His lips trailed up the length of my neck.
    My clothes were too tight. My skin begged for release from constriction. I wanted to be naked with this demon, to lie with him and let him thrust deep into my body.
    His teeth captured the lobe of my ear, nipping gently, then he sucked it between his lips and tongued the edge while his fingers tweaked the turgid peaks of my nipples through my T-shirt and bra.
    I moaned, my hips undulating, my bottom rubbing against his hard cock.
    Then he spun me in his arms, grasping my cheeks between his palms. “What are you doing to me?” he asked, his voice low. He crushed me against him, his lips slamming down over my mouth, his tongue thrusting past my teeth to claim mine, sliding swiftly along the length.
    My fingers dug into his shirt, searching for skin. I found buttons, yanking them free of their holes. When I had three undone, I slipped a hand inside, skimming across his naked torso, probing for and finding the hard little nipples, drawn tight.
    He backed me against the wall beside the window, lifting my legs to wrap around his waist. “You have bewitched me.”
    My ankles crossed behind him, drawing my core closer to the ridge beneath his trousers. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t voice my lurid thoughts, but they blazed in my mind, vivid and erotic, and I knew he got the message.
    “Yeah,” he murmured. “That. Definitely that.” He ripped the button of my jeans open, sliding the zipper down. His fingers slipped inside my panties, angled straight for the juncture of my thighs. Parting the folds with a thick digit, he strummed the nubbin of tightly coiled nerves until they screamed inside me for release. My back arched against the wall and I called out his name. “Blaise.”
    “Shh.” He covered my mouth with his, muffling my cries as I pitched over the edge and erupted into an orgasm so powerful, it shook me. My hips jerked with each spasm, ramming myself into his palm until I slumped against him, my breathing ragged, my muscles limp.
    “What the hell just happened?” I asked, my lips grazing the side of his cheek.
    “If I have to tell you…” He chuckled, the sound