Page 16 of Demon Unleashed

He shook his head. He had no doctor. As a demon, that option wasn’t open to him. One blood draw and he would be exposed for his green blood.

“Maybe I should thank you,” he said, and pulled Enya’s face to him.

When their lips met, the last vestiges of pain fled and made way for the lust now coursing through his blood. His hands weren’t idle. He was already shoving her dress up to her waist and yanking on her G-string.

Enya lifted her head. “You can’t possibly—”

He pressed his cock against her soft flesh to make her aware of how hard she’d gotten him. “I can. That is, if you want me to.”

Now more than ever, after seeing him at his worst, at his most vulnerable, his most defenseless, he had to prove to her that he was the man she needed.

Enya sat up. “Eric—”

“Don’t say it,” he interrupted. “No woman wants a man who’s weak.” He silently cursed the migraine attack. Had it screwed up his carefully laid plan?

“Weak?” Her forehead furrowed. “You think you’re weak because you have migraines?” She blew out a breath and shook her head. “Idiot!”

Instead of jumping up and leaving, to his surprise, Enya pulled her dress over her head and tossed it to the floor. She wore no bra.

“Are you—”

She gave him a look that said more than words.

“You still want me,” he murmured.

“Obviously, you’ve been with the wrong women until now. You’re not gonna frighten me away with a migraine.”

“Obviously.” He put his hand on her nape and pulled her to him for a kiss. “I have the feeling not much is gonna frighten you.” Though he knew that one thing would drive her away for certain: finding out that he was a demon. That he was Zoltan, the Great One. But for tonight, he had to put that fact out of his mind. Enya had just shown him that his vulnerability could bring them closer.

“You’ll never frighten me,” she promised.

With a few movements, she freed herself from her panties, while Zoltan opened his pants and shoved them and his boxer briefs down to mid-thigh. He didn’t have time for more, because Enya was already straddling him and lowering herself onto his cock, impaling herself impatiently. He didn’t mind, because he was just as impatient.

Being with Enya was exciting, exhilarating, electrifying. She gave herself so freely, without restraints, without boundaries. And for now, he didn’t want to change the way she saw him, because once she found out who he really was, everything would change.

He would become her master, she his slave.