That was Kenzi; one contradiction after another, all wrapped up in one fashionable, loveable package.

One that loved to curse in Russian as she slapped her hand against the headboard as soon as she realized he was heading south. Pleasure rolled through her body as she tilted her head back, closing her eyes as he worked her like she was pretty sure no one had worked her for a very long time. It wasn't long before she was squirming and writhing, sounding breathless as she pleaded with him. Whether it was to stop or to keep going, she wasn't sure but she was sure he'd kill her by the end of the night.

As he took her over, she had to wonder if it was possible that he was an incubus. Without the whole life-sucking chi part, thanks.