Page 11 of Demon Unleashed

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Zoltan put the lid on the casserole dish and slid it into the warm oven. He assured himself that the champagne was chilling in the fridge. The seafood cocktail was already plated and ready to eat. Glancing around the kitchen, he made sure that it looked sufficiently messy. His guest would believe he’d gone through the trouble of cooking a meal from scratch, when all he’d done was make a call to the most expensive restaurant in town.

Enya had called him the night before, telling him she wanted to get together, and he’d immediately suggested dinner at his condo, claiming he would love to cook for her. She’d accepted, and he’d prepared for her visit.

Right after their first encounter, he’d removed everything from his condo that could hint at him being a demon. He couldn’t take any chances, because if Enya was as smart as he believed her to be, she would appear invisibly to check him out. He’d donned fresh contact lenses a couple of hours earlier. They would last for about eight hours and hide his green demon eyes. Judging by their first sexual encounter, there was no chance that she’d spend the entire night. He’d be lucky to coax her into his bed. Yet he was prepared to take her on any hard surface that presented itself.

He wasn’t quite sure why she let him fuck her like that. Most women preferred a soft mattress to lie on, and a slow seduction to get them there. But Enya had been all business. Tonight, he would try to change that. He had to get under her skin, gain her confidence, her trust, no matter how long it took.

With the stage in the kitchen and dining room set, an hour before the agreed time, he walked into his bedroom and got undressed. He tossed his clothes into the hamper, then sauntered into the en suite bathroom and switched on the light. The massive shower was glass-enclosed and had room for a whole army. He reached inside and turned on the faucet, then waited for mist to accumulate. He didn’t turn on the fan that would suck the moisture from the bathroom. Tonight, he needed the steam from the shower to let him know of the arrival of his visitor, who was sure to show up very soon.

Satisfied with the dense fog building in his luxurious bathroom, he stepped into the shower and began to soap up. He washed his hair, took his time washing his torso and limbs, his cock, and every inch of his body. When he was done, he rinsed himself off and began again, his body angled toward the door to the bedroom.

There was no sound in the apartment other than the running of the water. No creaking floors or doors that would alert him to a Stealth Guardian’s presence. But he knew she would come. And she would see him naked in the shower.

Zoltan put his hand around his cock and began to tug. It took only a few seconds and the memory of Enya’s tight pussy for his cock to stiffen. While the water ran down his back, he stroked his cock, but he wouldn’t let himself come. No, this particular action wasn’t for him. It was for Enya. For her viewing pleasure.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a sudden movement of the mist just outside the shower. Only a body could have displaced the fog like it did, an invisible body. She was here. Showtime.

Zoltan turned a little more to the side, so Enya got an eyeful of his rampant cock, and began to move his hand faster up and down. He braced himself against the glass and let out a loud moan. The fog didn’t move any more. Enya had halted in front of the shower. Most likely she was facing him, staring right at him, at his cock, at him pleasuring himself.

Good. He could implement part two of his plan now. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, pumping his cock harder, bringing himself ever closer to a climax. It wasn’t hard to do. Knowing that Enya was watching him, feasting her eyes on him, made him randier than he’d ever been.

He moaned again, but this time he allowed a word to roll over his lips. “Enya.”

Did he hear a soft gasp? He couldn’t be sure, not with the water at his back, drowning out most sounds. But he allowed himself to imagine that she was surprised—and pleased. It made him bolder.

Another moan, another lusty grunt, and more words burst from him. “Fuck, Enya!” He pumped harder and faster, sensing the birth of his orgasm. He wouldn’t be able to hold it back much longer. “I’m gonna fuck you, damn it, Enya. I’m gonna fuck you all night. And I’m gonna lick your gorgeous tits. I want it all.”

Hot semen shot from the tip of his cock, raining over his hand and squirting against the glass enclosure. His chest heaved from the powerful orgasm. Air rushed from his lungs, and his knees seemed to quiver.

“Fuck!” he cursed, and pressed his forehead against the glass, his eyes cast down, his breathing ragged.

His eyes caught the movement immediately. An invisible hand touching the glass where his cock stood still semi-erect. An invisible hand that left a print on the outside of the glass. A moment later, the hand withdrew.

Mission accomplished. Enya now knew that he masturbated thinking of her, and what woman wouldn’t like to know that she was a man’s fantasy? No woman was left cold by that knowledge. Particularly not a woman who’d just spied on said man and become witness to his desire for her.

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Enya couldn’t tear her eyes away from Eric’s gorgeous body. Fuck, she’d watched him masturbate and utter her name while doing so. She could have reached through the glass and touched him, had wanted it so badly. She’d never seen anything hotter, anything more arousing. She’d creamed her panties watching him. Her clit throbbed with desperate need. And her nipples were hard little buds, aching to be touched.

She still stood there, paralyzed, when Eric suddenly turned his back to her and stepped under the spray of the water. She let her eyes trail over his muscular back down to his firm ass. There was an oddly shaped birthmark on his left cheek, but even that couldn’t take away from his perfection. She dropped her gaze to his strong thighs, down to his calves, his feet. He was perfect in every way.

She’d never expected to become witness to Eric masturbating in the shower. All she’d wanted to do was check him out, to make sure he was genuine. It was a security measure. She’d arrived fifteen minutes earlier by walking invisibly through the entrance door. After looking through drawers and cupboards in the living room and kitchen and examining the mail that lay on a sideboard, she’d found nothing of concern and made her way into the bedroom. There, too, nothing had been out of place. She’d heard the shower, knew he was in there, and hadn’t been able to resist coming closer. She’d been rewarded for her boldness, rewarded with something more than any porn movie could ever give her: the man she desired pleasuring himself while he fantasized about her.

Her heart beating excitedly, she rushed out of the bathroom and left his apartment. In the hallway outside his condo, she made certain that nobody was around and made herself visible again. Even though it was half an hour before the time they’d arranged to meet, she rang the doorbell. So what if he found it odd that she arrived early rather than late? Whatever he thought, he would forget about it the moment she was inside his place and on her knees in front of him.

The door opened. Eric, a towel wrapped around this lower half, his torso still wet, stared at her. “Enya? Sorry, I…” He made a motion. “Time must have gotten away from me.”

She ran her eyes over his chest. “I’m early.” But she wasn’t going to apologize for it. “Aren’t you gonna invite me in?”

He stepped aside. “Of course. Come in.” She walked into the foyer, while Eric shut the door behind her. “I’ll just dry off and get dressed.”

Enya stopped in the kitchen when Eric caught up with her. “Why don’t you help yourself to a drink?” he said. “There’s chilled champagne in the fridge, or harder stuff in the liquor cabinet in the dining room.”

“Harder stuff?” she asked, and bridged the distance between them with two steps. She put her hand on his chest. “I wouldn’t mind something hard.” Slowly she lowered her hand until her fingers brushed up against the towel.

Eric sucked in a breath. “I promised myself I’d buy you dinner first this time. Like civilized people.” The smoldering look in his eyes betrayed his polite words.