I was sure. I hadn’t been more sure of anything.

“Are you sure?” I asked, a smile on my face.

He chuckled. “You’re so weird.”

“What? I need you to be sure too!”

A lopsided grin stretched across his face. “I’m sure.” He took my hands. “Please just think us through. I need you to make the right choice for yourself.”

“What is there to think through, Eros?” I squeezed his hands and laughed to myself. “I don’t think that anything you can say or do would surprise me at this point.”

He paused. “Just every moment that we’ve been together.”

I sucked on my cheek. When I read that article the other day, I didn’t think that demons existed but after Trevon changed into that beast I knew that anything was possible. I even wanted to ask him about it, but that meant I needed to reveal Trevon’s secret. And I wasn’t about to do that—yet.

If Eros ended up just being human, he’d freak out about Trevon staying with me. He might even call the police, get him arrested, or—worse—get him killed.

Instead, I nodded. “Okay.”

He brought my hand to his lips and kissed the top of it, just like he had done the first day I met him when all I wanted was to stay away from him because the attraction between us was too overwhelming. Look at us now.

“Stay with me tonight,” he said.

“In your apartment?” I asked. He nodded. “I—um… Maria doesn’t feel comfortable staying alone with Trevon.”

“Well, it’s good that Zane is staying at your place tonight, isn’t it?”

“He is?” I asked.

“He is now.”

“No, Eros, I don’t want to be a bother. It’s okay. I don’t have to stay—”

“Dani, it would make me happy if you stayed with me.”

And—because I wanted to—I nodded my head. “Okay.”

While Eros looked for Zane, I stripped off my clothes in his room. Though dull, the black walls and gray décor looked sleek at night when the city-lights gleamed on them through three wall-length windows. The only color in the sea of blacks and grays was the gold throw blanket, handing off the edge of his bed, and a golden apple that sat on his black metallic side-table.

I gazed at the city and unclipped my bra, letting out a sigh. After the last few days, the simplest things relaxed me. I hoped that the demon was exorcized from Trevon because if it wasn’t, I didn’t know when I’d be able to enjoy another night with Eros.

The door opened behind me. “He’s not her—”

I gazed over my bare shoulder, watching Eros’s gaze drift down my body. “Are you just going to stare at me?” I asked, the corners of my lips curling into a smirk.

He stepped back. “Sorry.”

I played with the ends of the throw blanket and smirked. “Don’t go.”

After Kasey’s party, I couldn’t get Eros off of my mind. I wanted to pick up where we left off. With him between my legs, his fingers inside of me, his lips hovering under my ear, making me beg for him.

He stepped back into the room and shut the door behind him. “Make me want to stay.” He leaned against the door, one ankle crossed over the other, dark eyes fixed on my hips.

“I don’t have to make you do anything,” I said, turning around. “You already want to.”

His gaze slowly traveled up my body until it reached my chest. “You really like teasing me, don’t you?” He undid his belt buckle.

I stepped closer to him. “Sometimes.”

He grabbed my wrist, drawing me to him until I was pressed against his chest. “All the time,” he said. He placed one passionate open-mouthed kiss on my lips, then laid wet and needy ones down my neck to my bare breast. I pushed my hand into his jeans, fingers grazing against him. He was hard for me already.

He sucked my nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing against it. I clenched. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he said. He tugged on my nipple, and I arched my back and moaned. “I love the way your body reacts to me.”

I pushed him away and knelt in front of him, toying with the buttons on his jeans. He stared down at me, lips parted, brow furrowed, eyes hazy as hell. “Dani,” he said under his breath. I slowly pulled down his pants and underwear, the head of his cock springing out.

My eyes widened at it. Here I was thinking that Trevon was big.

He pushed a hand through my hair and gently caressed the top of my head. I wrapped both hands around the base of his cock and sucked it into my mouth, tongue swirling around his head. I gazed straight up into his darkening eyes and took the rest of his inside of me until he hit the back of my throat.

“Fuck.” He curled his fingers into my hair.

I bobbed my head back and forth on him, and each time I reached its base, he’d push his hips closer to me, so I’d take even more of him into my mouth. He continued to curse under his breath, muscles tensing. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He threw his head back. “Get up, Dani. Get up now.”

He snatched my arm and forced me to stand. Within a moment, he had spun me around, pressed his cock against my backside, and thrusted his fingers into my panties, then into me.

“Oh, God,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut. I clenched around him, a wave of cinnamon suddenly striking me. “Please don’t stop.” I reached behind me and grasped his cock in my hand, stroking it.

I just wanted it inside of me, filling me completely.

“More, Eros,” I said. “Please, I want more.”

I turned my head to gaze at him, but he grabbed the back of my neck, forced me to turn back to the wall, and held me in place. “Stay like this.”

His breaths were heavy and ragged against my ear. I continued to stroke his cock, and he loosened his grip on my neck. I turned to face him again—hungry for his lips on mine—but I only had time to catch a glimpse of something sharp and black protruding from his head before his grip tightened on my neck, forcing me to face the wall.

“I said to stay like this,” he scolded.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

He continued to pound his fingers into me, adding another one, until I could barely hold myself up any longer. “Cum for me,” he said harshly in my ear.

And, just like that, my legs were trembling. I clenched harder on his fingers, pressed my forehead against the wall, and came for him. Like he wanted me to.

All I could smell was his cinnamon scent. All I could feel was the pure adrenaline rushing through me. And all I could think about were his horns.

After a few moments, he pulled his hands out of my underwear and placed it on the wall next to me. “Fuck, Dani.” His nails dug into the back of my neck. I placed my palm on top of his hand on the wall, brushing my finger over his knuckles.

My eyes widened when I saw the paint chipping right under Eros’s fingers. Holy Hell. His nails were sharper than Trevon’s were.

“Can you let go of my neck?” I whispered.

He took a deep breath. “Give me a second.” After another deep breath, then another, he finally loosened his grip. I turned around—expecting to see a more frightening creature than Trevon—but it was just Eros. No horns. No claws. No black eyes.

The vein in his neck pulsed violently, and his eyes were hazier than I’d ever seen them. He excused himself to use the bathroom but didn’t return for a while.

When he came back in, I was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. A billion thoughts were racing through my head. This couldn’t be real.

The bed dipped, and Eros slid under the blankets with me, wrapping his arm around my waist from behind. He pushed a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, why?” I said, but I wasn’t okay.

“I just…” He hesitated. “I just wanted to make sure.”

We laid in silence, neither one of us actually sleeping. It started to snow outside again, and I would’ve thought it was beautiful against the city lights, but I couldn’t think of anything besides Eros.