The door lock clicked, she looked up, and froze.
The dark, ravenous desire pouring from his tense frame overwhelmed her.
His eyes were the darkest she'd ever seen, obsidian burning brightly within the deepest, hottest pits of hell.
He was the Devil, and she was his willing demon mistress, starving for his otherworldly touch.
He walked toward her, and sexual tension rose with each step.
Step. Her knees wavered.
Step. Her thighs quaked at his look of insatiable hunger.
Step. Her pussy wept at the promise of pleasure, making a slick, warm mess between her legs.
Step. Her hands trembled, itching to touch him, feel his tight body, and encircle his hard cock.
Step. Her breasts swelled, and her nipples puckered, screaming for the hot, wetness of his mouth.
He stopped before her, and tension was so thick, desire so high, she knew if she allowed him to speak, she would be lost forever.
Placing her finger over his lips, their eyes met.