Page 95 of His Little Devil

I know I should be happy, but as I close my eyes, on the verge of falling over the edge again, while the guys follow, Wellson’s smirk, Donovan's pout and Arrow’s eyes fill me with longing.

Collapsing against Luke's chest, while I try to catch my breath, I can't help, but picture all of my guys.

Past and present together with me in a new future.

“Luke, what is this place?”I gasp as we portal to a hidden paradise. I think we're still in Hell, but it seems to be more like an Utopia.

Waterfalls as tall as I can see, warm springs leaving a steam floating into the air and birds of all crazy different colors fly above our heads.

There is a small cabin nearby, and it takes my breath away.

“I know I refused to let Kane take you away, but this is just another dimension of Hell. So we are safe here,” he says, snapping his fingers and changing both of our clothes into swimwear.

I glance around and laugh. “There is no one here, baby.” Slowly untying my bikini I watch his eyes glow with lust and power for me as it falls to the ground.

His nostrils flare, and I love when a puff of smoke escapes. His horns rise on top of his head, and I move closer to him, undressing him as he continues to gaze upon me like I'm some Goddess.

“So perfect,” he whispers, pulling me into him once he's as naked as I am. I'm still a little sore from the other day with him and Kane, but I have a feeling that giant hot tub is going to soothe all the aches and pains.

Lifting me, I wrap my legs around his waist and press my lips against his, pulling him into me harder.

I don't know what it is about this Devil, but he owns me. My body craves him, my heart aches when he's away. I am utterly his… Well one part of me is.

I still keep having these random thoughts and dreams about five guys surrounding me and loving me for all of eternity.

Luke carries me into the warm springs but before we sink into the water, he thrusts himself into me hard, clinging to me in a way he's never done before.

Don't get me wrong, sex with Luke is like an orgasmic experience every time, but lately he seems needy, desperate as if he knows our time is limited.

“I have dreamed of you, craved you for centuries, Little Devil. I have waited for you my perfect mate,” he sighs, sinking us into the water, while still grinding against my clit and making me see stars.

This is the first time we have fucked without a ceiling, and I don't understand how our power is so strong together that the purple sunshine is now gone to a night sky filled with stars.

“I am going to love and protect and kneel by your throne until my dying breath. You are my queen, my one true equal. No one will ever compare.”

He continues to shower me with words of his love and devotion while completely destroying my body and soul.

I love him. I know I do, but that doesn't mean that my heart isn't large enough for more.

A WEEK LATER

I have truly lost my mind. I know Kane said the longer you spend in Hell the more possible it is, but I'm not only seeing things now, I'm hearing them.

“Luke, wake up!” I hiss, shaking his arm as he grumbles. “We have to help him,” I cry, pulling my cat closer to me as I hear the wails of an innocent baby somewhere in the castle.

“Little Devil this is the fourth night in a row you have taken me on a wild goose chase along the castle. We have searched, the servants have looked. Kane even did a spell to find the baby. There is no one crying. Let Grumpy go and try to sleep.”

Sighing, I lean back and try to close my eyes. I know Luke is worried. I have purple spots under my eyes and I haven't been sleeping well.

I hear it again and nope. Jumping from the bed, I don't even bother with a robe, rushing from the room into the dark halls, I snap my fingers, lighting the sconces along the walls, still holding Grumpy in my arms.

He gazes up at me with worry, and I know I've totally lost the damn plot. He reminds me so much of Donovan lately and I wish I could still hear his snarky thoughts.

“Love, it's the middle of the night again,” Kane says from out of nowhere, making me jump, pulling my attention from my cat.

“I know but we need to find this baby, Kane. The crying. It needs me,” I whimper. Sighing he pulls me into his arms and rubs Grumpy’s head.

“Okay, love, let’s stop by the kitchen first. Get you a snack. You hardly touched dinner.”