Temptation binds the soul of a witch with the heart of a demon.
Raiden, estranged son of Rajin, heir to throne of Kastanbul, has roamed Earth for decades. Feeling undeserving of his freedom from Otherworld, he is also unaccepted by the humans. For this demon, a soul means nothing when purpose is non-existent, but the life he'd settled for is uprooted when he saves an enchanting witch...
Erin escapes the protection of her coven on a journey to solve the mystery of her dreams. Raiden is the only one who can help her find the treasure—the key and possibly the missing link that will banish evil from this realm.
While unearthing age-old secrets of her ancestors, Erin discovers what it means to be wanted instead of cast aside. Taught never to trust freely, she finds acceptance and safety within a demon's arms, but will she reject her duty to her coven by accepting Raiden's love?
As if some outside force pushed them together, their mouths bonded in a kiss. His touch against hers was soft. She parted her lips and invited his tongue to meet hers. Their breathing grew heavy, and they tasted of each other. This union was just as powerful as their first kiss. His power seemed to rage through him now as it had then. Her gifts begged to be utilized, and her soul wanted to know him intimately.
He slid his hands over her waist, hips, and thighs, and her body heated in response. She tangled her fingers with his hair and grasped the back of his neck as she brought him closer into her. He groaned when her thigh grazed the front of his pants, connecting with his arousal.
"Raiden." She leaned back for air.
His lips dwelled along her collarbone. He continued to torture her as his tongue glided across her exposed neck and shoulders and then finally to the curves of her breasts. One small tug on her tank top and she was nearly exposed to him. Her back arched as she offered herself to his tender kisses.
"You should tell me to stop. Now," he mumbled into her chest.
"Don't stop." She pulled him closer. "Love me the way you want to be loved. Show me how to love you."
He hissed, drawing in a long breath. "This is a dangerous thing you ask me to do."
"You, danger, and I work well together, don't you think?" It was supposed to come out as a joke, but when she finally said it, she realized how serious her statement was.
He dragged his lips from her neck and met her eyes. The intensity in his stare reminded her of the lightning bolts from the painting. They sparked a jolt of pleasure between her legs. He kissed her again, hungrily this time. Her curiosity egged her on, and she slid her hands down into the front of his pants.
Raiden closed his eyes and rested his head back onto the pillow as she cupped a handful of his desire. She grabbed warm flesh and hard steel, and her hands tried to hold everything, but the tight squeeze in his pants and his large size prevented this. Her breath hitched in shock when he grew even larger. Warm liquid coated her pussy, and her stomach clenched in need.
His eyes flew open, and he led her down again, until her back hit the bed. He lifted her shirt over her head with haste. She unclipped her bra and tossed it on top of the shirt. Oh, how she wanted this...probably just as much as he. His head lowered slowly, and he enveloped a pebbled nipple between his lips. Her back arched off the bed as a surge of pleasure shocked her. He cupped her back with one hand and suckled each breast with precision. Each tongue tug unleashed a fury of sensations through her body. She had never felt this way before.
Raiden thrust his groin into her stomach and traced her lips with his own. "I want to taste all of you, Erin." He fumbled with her zipper to gain access and smoothed his palm across her stomach.
Her body writhed and arched into his as their tongues meshed in their own dance. His fingers traced the edges of her panties. Her pussy ached. Her clit burned in torture. It was excruciating and hurt so good.
Erin moaned as his fingers circumvented the thin cloth covering her sensitive mound. She spread her legs wider, and his fingers dipped into her wet heat. He slid his digits down into her folds, stroking her. It only made things better, as her juices flowed around his roving fingers.
"I bet you taste just as sweet as you smell, beauty."
