“I’m not going to lose you again, you hear?”

His grin broadened at the threat in her voice. “Don’t worry, demon-child. I’m not going anywhere this time. Varin’s coming to us.”

She sighed again, the sound filled with resignation and defeat. “Through you. What am I going to do with both of you shackled to one body?”

Luke’s hand darted behind her head, where he fisted his fingers in her hair and pulled her down to him until her mouth was a half inch away from his. “I’m sure Varin will have a few ideas.”

Then, not waiting for her to reply, he kissed her. Or rather, she kissed him. With Heidi, it was often hard to tell.

Opening to one another instinctively for a fierce kiss that knocked the breath from Luke’s lungs, they came together in an uncontrollable rush of passion, teeth knocking, tongues sweeping. He could still taste the faint, lingering flavor of his cum. Or perhaps she’d always tasted that way—musk blending with the natural sweetness of her mouth.

The woman was pure sin incarnate. The way she moved, walked, talked—all of it conspired to make him lose his mind.

Her hand moved from his thigh to cup his erection. His cock twitched, jerking against the fabric pressed against the swollen flesh. The rhythm of his tongue’s thrusts inside her mouth intensified, each stroke more electric and lust-charged than the last.

She trembled slightly, her fingers moving up and down over the length of his shaft. A bead of wetness had made its way to the tip of his cock, wetting the material of his briefs.

Although he couldn’t see it, he knew the force of their mutual lust fed the sexual energy rapidly gathering in the air. When they’d generated enough of it, Lillian would use it, along with the inherent divine force that lingered in the church, to conduct the reverse exorcism.

In truth, he had no idea how this was supposed to work. As the only human of the trio, he often felt like he’d missed part of the conversation. Unable to understand the nuances of magic, he usually left the details up to Heidi and Varin. And now Lillian.

Heidi pulled back long enough to strip out of her shirt and toss her skirt and panties aside. Her breasts bobbed free, the small, dark nipples pebbling into stiff little peaks that made his mouth water.

“Come here.” He hadn’t meant the command to be harsh, but it came out throaty and demanding.

To his surprise, Heidi obeyed. She climbed on the altar, straddling his thighs. Her pussy lips parted to reveal the fleshy pink folds within, and the scent of her arousal flooded his nostrils.

He breathed deeply, imprinting her scent on his senses as she leaned over him, her tight nipples grazing his chest. Holding his gaze, she sank down and rubbed her wet heat over his struggling cock. The warmth seeping from her folds penetrated the barrier of the material he wore and managed to send a rush of desperate need deep into his balls.

He cupped her breasts in both hands, squeezing gently until a moan ripped from her throat. She bucked slightly, her thigh muscles quivering as she rubbed herself on his shaft.

“Varin always loved the way you took charge,” Luke said, holding her gaze.

Heidi’s long eyelashes fluttered as her eyes grew damp. “No way. He needed to be in control.”

“Yeah,” Luke agreed, pinching both her nipples at once. She arched her spine, scattering her red curls to cascade down her back and over her shoulders in silky waves. “He was certainly used to it until you came along. And then you showed him how much fun dominating a woman who stubbornly refused to give up control could be.”

She sucked in a breath between clenched teeth. Fire burned in her eyes and he thought she’d argue with him, vehemently deny what he’d said. Instead, she only sighed and pressed her lips to his. After a sweet, soul-shattering kiss, she stared deep into his eyes and said, “Bring him back safely, all right?”

Luke’s hands abandoned the full bounty of her breasts. He skimmed his fingertips over the length of her spine and pressed his index fingers into the double-dimple just above her buttocks as he gripped her hips. “Ride me, demon-child. Let Lillian do her magic. And I promise to bring your lover back to you, where he belongs.”

A silvery streak slipped down Heidi’s cheek. Fuck. A tear. A real tear. It damn near broke his heart to see it.

He raised his head and kissed it away, sweeping his tongue over the salty wetness as though he could draw the pain that created it into him, too.

Heidi’s fingers danced over the tip of his shaft as she slid his briefs down just far enough to free his straining cock. The wetness that had seeped from the tiny slit at the tip rubbed against her bare thigh, slicking her skin.

He shuddered at the contact and lowered his palms. Cupping her ass, he parted her cheeks and slipped his fingers inside the soft valley. Gathering some of the cream from between her folds, he slipped it into the cleft of her ass and circled the tight anal entrance with his index finger.

She clutched his slick shaft with both hands, stroking his phallus up and down with strong, rhythmic motions. A groan lodged in Luke’s throat. His hips bucked upward, his cock seeking contact with the moist, intimate part of her.

Lowering her head, Heidi covered his jaw and cheeks in soft kisses before finally returning her attention to his mouth. His tongue swept out, needing the taste of her as badly as he craved her pussy wrapped around his trembling rod.

With a growl that was lost inside her mouth, he seized her hips and brought her down on his cock, hard. She broke the connection of their lips and cried out, the sound resonating through the room with the same carnal wantonness he felt clawing at his own soul.

Trembling, she straightened her spine and straddled him, allowing him to glance down at the union of their bodies. His cock was embedded deep in her core, his light nest of pubic hair a sharp contrast to the red curls covering her mound.

The first lunge had been heavenly. Her cunt welcomed him home, squeezing around him, claiming his cock as though it had always belonged to her. In a way, he supposed it had. She was the only woman he’d ever been with who mattered.

The second and third thrusts were pure unhampered bliss. Rapture streamed over his nerve endings, setting his entire body aflame.

He held her tightly as she rode him, finding her own pace just as easily as he had. Her breasts bobbed up and down with every thrust, the rosy nipples peaking stiffly as a flush crept over the pale skin of her chest. Candlelight washed over her skin, setting her body aglow.

“You’re so damned beautiful,” Luke murmured, watching this woman who’d become his entire world fuck him as though her life depended on it.

And it really did, didn’t it? The fate of the entire world could well depend on the way her pussy came down on his cock, harder and harder, squeezing, milking, demanding everything he had and more.