He kissed her again. There was so much need in his touch. A desperate hunger. Her sex moistened instantly.

“You fell,” he growled against her mouth. “Dammit, Seline, I wasn’t worth the fall. You should have let me take the pain. I was going to come to you. I would have—”

She put her fingers over his mouth. “You were worth it.” She wasn’t going to regret any choice she’d made.

He grabbed her hand and led her away from the bar. She saw Cole’s shocked expression give way to a fast grin. “Fuckin’ about time,” the demon said.

Yes, it was.

The bouncers near the private room stumbled in their haste to open the door for them. Sam pulled her inside. The door slammed closed behind them . . .

Then he was on her. He pressed her against the wall, caged her with his hands, and his mouth took hers. Lips, tongue. Wild, consuming, the hunger burned too hot, and she could only gasp against his mouth and hold on.

His sensual power filled the room. So much desire. All for her.

“Don’t ever leave me again.” He hiked up her skirt. “Promise.”

“Try to keep me away.” Her hands were at the front of his jeans. She unhooked the snap, slid down the zipper. “Try.”

He yanked her panties away and tossed them to the ground. Then he lifted her up, positioned her, and paused only long enough to say, “I can’t be easy. Not this time. I’ve been starving for you.”

Sammael. Her Sammael. “When did I ever want easy?”

He laughed, then froze, staring at her with eyes that saw into her. “I missed you.”

That ragged confession stole her breath.

Then he was raising her hips higher, holding her with strong, warm hands, and the broad head of his c**k pushed between her legs.

His gaze held hers as he thrust deep in one long, hard stroke.

Her legs wrapped around him, and she arched toward him.

She felt his control shatter. He began to thrust, to pump, in a feverish drive. Too fast and wild. No, just fast and wild enough. His mouth was on hers. His hand on her breast, his c**k sliding right over the sensitive flesh of her sex. It was perfect. It was—

Hard. Deep. Rough.

She came.

The explosion of pleasure rocked through her. He kept thrusting. Again and again, and a second orgasm built within her. The air crackled around them. She pulled in the energy. Took it, used it, and sent it right back to Sam.

The second time she came, he was with her.

His orgasm pumped into her, and Seline licked his neck. Licked, then bit.

Not easy.

The thunder of his heartbeat shook her chest. She didn’t want to move. Finally, she was safe.

Just where she wanted to be.

Home.

Seline closed her eyes and listened to that fast pounding. “I missed you, too,” she whispered.

Sam stiffened. “Seline.”

Well, yeah, they’d covered that.

He stumbled back and adjusted his clothes. Seline shoved down her skirt, nervous once more now that the heat of their passion had cooled, and he was backing off. Backing off? Since when did Sam back away from sex?

The lust had always been the easy part for them. The emotions . . . those were a whole different story.

But Sam reached for her again. He held her tight, and they seemed to fall into the nearest black leather chair. “You’re sure you’re not a dream?”

She shook her head.

His breath rushed out on a relieved sigh. “I’ve got demons and shifters searching for you . . . they’re all over the world. I didn’t know where to look—I didn’t know where you’d fall.”

“Colorado,” she whispered. Good thing it had been a warm time of the year or she would have frozen her naked ass off.

He swallowed, and she saw the slow bob of his Adam’s apple. “I didn’t want you to suffer anymore.”

“And I wanted my freedom.”

He blinked and seemed surprised. Why? Didn’t he understand?

“I wasn’t free there, Sam. I couldn’t breathe. The angels didn’t seem to feel anything.” Seem. She’d caught glimpses, though, that told her things might not have been quite as they appeared.

“You are free now,” he told her, though the words were growled. “You can go wherever you want. Do what you want.”

Rogziel wasn’t after her any longer, but she had other enemies. “There are those who will always be after me.” Vengeance. Over the years, she’d made plenty of enemies who would want revenge.

“No, you don’t have to worry. They’re dead.”