"Closer," I whispered. Antin was gone and Con stretched above me, his hands wrapping my legs around his back. My skin crackled everywhere we touched, my blood sizzling in my veins, and still I rolled myself into him, found his horns in my grip, and screamed my determination to drive this demon into the same hurricane of need I was drowning in. He had no lips to kiss me with, but he stroked his face against my skin, somehow sweeter and more desperate than Antin's tender presses.
