“Where have you been all this time?” I ask breathlessly. I see the roll of his throat as he steps in closer to me, my legs spreading open on the counter to accommodate him. His palm plants behind me as the other cups the side of my neck. He towers over me again, the intensity of his stare paralyzing me. He gazes down at my lips before his tongue dips out and licks his own. Eyes of fire set themselves ablaze before me, pulling me into his feverishness. “Finding you,” he whispers against my lips, as if there was no other reason for his existence. “The Devil’s Doll.”
