Before I could stop myself, I hurled my pillow to the other side of the room. I gazed down at the bed, and my heart nearly stopped. His ring rested perfectly against my gray bed sheets, glowing like his eyes.

A few moments later that giddy feeling appeared.

No more trying to fit the pieces of Eros’s puzzle together. No more doubts. No more waiting for him. This ring was the only evidence I needed.

I grabbed the ring and held it in my hand. It vibrated in my palm, pulsating back and forth and back and forth. So much energy trapped within such a small piece of jewelry.

The black metallic transformed into a garnet red right in front of my eyes, and when it did, I felt like the wearer of this ring had the strength to destroy the strongest, to tempt the purest, to bring the entire world to its knees.

This ring wasn’t powerful. It was power.

Without sparing myself a moment to control the sudden impulses inside of me, I tugged a shirt over my head and headed straight to Eros’s apartment. Two months ago, the thought of a demon fucking me senseless would scare the hell out of me, but now I was craving it—more than I’d ever craved anything in my life.

He didn’t answer on the first knock, so I knocked again. I could just feel his hands on my body, his breath on my neck, him keeping all of his promises to me.

“Javier, if you stole that fucking rin—” Eros said, yanking the door open. He was fastening a towel around his waist, beads of water dripping down his bare chest. When he saw me, he parted his lips—and I could just taste the cinnamon on them already. “Dani, what are you doing here?”

I didn’t want to wait any longer. I stepped inside his apartment without an invitation and pressed my lips to his.

“Dani… have you… seen… my ring?” he said, pulling away only slightly to speak between kisses.

Tingles ran up and down my arms. This was it. I pulled away and held out my hand between us. “Do you mean this?”

He gazed down at the red ring sitting on my palm. “It must’ve fallen off during the movie,” he said.

“That would explain why it was in my room, huh?”

He tensed. “Right...”

I pushed the ring back on his finger, watching it turn from red to black before Eros pulled his hand away. If he wouldn’t admit that he was a demon to me, then I was going to get it out of him and I was going to have fun doing it.

My fingers danced along his abdomen, and I undid his towel and let it fall to the floor. Eros didn’t move, he just gave me his infamous smirk. When I pressed my lips to his and gripped his dick firmly in my hand, he growled into my mouth, picked me up, and took me to his bedroom.

Eros laid me on his bed. “Someone’s awfully frisky this morning.”

“I want you,” I said, running my hands through his hair.

He placed soft, wet kisses down my neck, his stubble brushing against my soft spot. “I want you to do something for me first,” he said. He trailed his fingers down the center of my chest, then over one of my nipples through my thin shirt, making it hard. “I’ve been thinking about it for the past week.”

“And what is that?” I asked. My head was feeling hazy already, and we hadn’t even started.

“Touch yourself,” he said against my ear.

I clenched. “Touch myself?”

He sat up, darkness clouding his green eyes, and pressed his hardness into me. “Can you do that for me, Dani?”

Heat rushed to my core. “I—uh…” I swallowed hard. This was not how I expected this to go. I wanted to be the one in control—even for just a few moments. “Are you going to watch?”

His fingers trailed down the insides of my thighs. “Yes.”

I gulped. This was what I wanted. This was how I would get him to turn. I took a deep, shaky breath and leaned against his headboard. He curled his fingers around my shorts and panties and slowly slid them down my legs, gaze following.

I pushed one hand between my legs. I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to do this for him and let him watch.

His one simple request had made my pussy wet already. I closed my eyes, enjoying his scent as my fingers touched my clit.

“Spread your legs,” he said. I gulped nervously and let my thighs rest against the bed. “Wider.”

I pulled my legs further apart and rubbed my fingers harder against my clit, a wave of pleasure rushing through me.

“Look at me,” he said.

When I opened my eyes, he was intently watching me and stroking his cock. His hand moved slowly over every inch, and I held my breath. From the smooth swollen head to the girth of his hard cock, I couldn’t peel my gaze away from him. I furrowed my brows and moaned. God, I wanted him inside of me.

He swore under his breath, eyes filling with darkness. It was working.

I continued to rub my clit, fingers moving faster. I wanted his head between my legs, breath warming my core. Him thrusting me against the headboard, fangs digging into my shoulder. I squeezed my eyes shut. Fuck.

He grabbed my chin. “I said to look at me, Dani.”

A surge of pleasure rushed through me, nearly sending me over the edge. “Oh my God,” I said—not taking my eyes off of his. The corners of them were black now, and all I could imagine were those damn horns on his head. “I want you inside of me,” I said.

Another rush of pleasure ran through me, and I clenched again—my pussy throbbing. “Please Eros.”

He watched me, pupils dilated. “Keep begging like that, and I’ll give it to you.”

My fingers grazed over my nipple through my shirt, and I arched my back and moaned. “Oh, God, Eros… please. I can’t handle this any longer.” I felt like I was in the clouds, my head was in such a fog.

He stood, tugged me to the edge of the bed, wrapped his arms around my legs, and pressed himself against my entrance. I gripped onto the edge of the bed, fingers digging into his silk sheets.

The scent of cinnamon hung so heavily in the air that I couldn’t think. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it against my wetness. “Eyes on me, Dani.” I gazed up at his bold black eyes and didn’t look away when he began to push himself inside of me.

My pussy clenched as he shoved himself all the way inside of me. He rested his forearms by the sides of my head and groaned in my ear. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he said, kissing just below my ear. One of his hands was holding my chin, the other was rubbing my clit in small torturous circles.

I sunk into the sheets. I was in Heaven. Pure fucking Heaven.

Eros stood back up, grabbed the hem of my shirt in a fist, and yanked it off my body—ripping it at its seams. His eyes were black without any trace of white. He was so terrifyingly dangerous, and yet it only turned me on more.

I clenched myself around him in excitement, legs shaking, and we both knew that I was close to cumming for him already. He gazed down at my breasts, watching them bounce as he thrust into me. His breaths became increasingly quick and ragged. He squeezed his eyes shut, then reopened them. “Fuck.”

My heart pounded in my chest. He was going to shift.

He slowed his pace. “Dani, I—I can’t.” He swallowed hard, unable to keep eye contact with me. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t stop, Eros.”

“I have to,” he said. But before he could pull out of me, I ran a hand through his hair, pricking my finger with the tip of his horn. He grabbed my wrist. “Dani, stop.”

“Don’t stop,” I said again, this time more sternly. I ripped my hand out of his and grasped his hair again.

He snatched both of my wrists and pinned them against the bed. “I said to stop. You don’t know what you’re doing.” The vein in his neck pulsed violently.

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” I said. When his black eyes met mine, he loosened his grip, giving me a chance to pull my hand out of his. I grabbed his jaw. “Fuck me like you said you would last night.”

“What’re you talking about?”