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 ...