Demon's Bride (Crescent Coven, #1)

by Leigh Miller

“I could tie you up,” he whispers against my jaw, one fang pressing lightly where my pulse races beneath my skin. “I could bring you right to the edge, again and again, until you were crying and begging for release. I could hold your pleasure in the palm of my hand until I had you pliant and willing to do absolutely anything for it. Yes, then I think you’d have no problem calling me Sir.”

Any number of demon creatures could wander these woods, laying in wait for their dinner. And the most dangerous one of all is after me.