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eyes held his. “You’re not going to make my head spin all around or make me spew pea soup, are you?”
    This little human was too much fun! “Only if you ask nicely.”
    The look on her face clearly said she was not amused. “What happened to my sculpture?” she asked, gesturing toward the empty platform. “It was there last night.”
    “I think it was the means by which I was able to emerge into the human world.”
    “You think?”
    Arien shrugged. Details rarely interested him. “When you perform a summoning spell, there has to be a point of entrance. Sometimes it’s a magic circle, other times an object. Either way, without it, I would not have been able to come through.”
    “Okay,” she said, letting out a long breath. “Let me make sure I have this straight. You’re a demon. I called you. You…became…my statue. And here you are.” Her grip on his wrists tightened. “And what exactly am I supposed to be doing with you?”
    He felt the smile grow on his face. He only hoped it didn’t look nearly as predatory as he felt. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten her. He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip and dipped his head, his lips gliding over her silky cheek. “Oh, I think we can come up with something,” he said against her ear, and gave her lobe a light nip. Her gasp was all the encouragement he needed, and with a low growl, he buried his face in crook of her neck and feasted on her.
    Her hands moved up his arms, coming to rest on his shoulders. She nuzzled his cheek as he kissed and suckled her neck, his head spinning with the scent of her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders when he licked the spot right below her ear and he made sure to give it extra-special attention, reveling in her every moan and whimper. His hands skimmed down her sides, over her waist, down to her knees, wanting, needing, exploring. His thumbs traced patterns over the soft skin of her inner thighs, inching slowly higher, closer to her heat.
    He wanted her naked, wanted her moaning into his neck, wanted to feel her hot and slick and perfect against his body. He was drowning in her, drowning in her incredible scent, in the overwhelming taste of her skin. Her hand slid down his chest, her fingernails raking over him, making his muscles jump, moving ever farther down until she was cupping him.
    He sucked in a sharp breath as lightning bolts shot straight to his groin. His cock tensed, making him harder than he’d ever been in his entire long life, her touch an exquisite pressure, fanning the bonfire within him. His hands moved higher on her thighs, his fingertips grazing the thin material of her shorts. There. That was where he wanted to be. There, where she was warm and wet and oh so ready for him. He moaned into her hair, the need to possess her, to take her, to make her moan and scream, blotted out all rational thought and he pushed the fabric aside, his finger tracing her heated entrance. She shuddered in his arms and he tore his lips from her throat to look into her eyes.
    Outside, church bells began to ring.

Chapter Four
     
    Lila dimly heard the bells of St. Stanislaus sound. Her body was on fire, her heart racing. She could feel the heat, the hardness of him through his pants, throbbing in her hand, and she ached for him to fill her, ached to feel him moving deep inside her. Their gazes met and she saw the fierce desire in the depths of his blue, blue eyes.
    She reached for him, but he jerked violently and then fell to the floor in front of her.
    “Aaaaa!” he screamed, clutching his head. He thrashed on the floor as the bells rang and rang. When they finally ended, his body spasmed and then went still.
    Panic flooded her as she dropped beside him. “Are you all right?” she asked. “What’s wrong?”
    “Damn, that hurt,” he said, giving his head a good shake.
    “What happened?” she demanded.
    “I’m—” He winced as he tried to sit up. “Allergic to church bells.”
    “’Cause you’re a