The morning light spilled softly through the sheer curtains, painting golden streaks across the penthouse bedroom. Siana stirred, a soft sound escaping her lips as the haze of sleep clung to her limbs. But something was different - her breath hitched, her thighs tensed, and a moan slipped from her throat as wet heat pulsed between her legs. Her eyes fluttered open, confusion blurring her vision, until she looked down and saw him. Devillian. Between her thighs. Completely naked, completely focused, his dark head buried against her core like she was the only thing in the world worth worshiping. His hands gripped her hips, holding her open with possessive strength, thumbs bruising her skin, and his tongue-God, his tongue-was sin incarnate. He licked her like he had all the time in the world, slow and deep, dragging the flat of it through her folds, teasing her clit with maddening precision. The sight of his broad shoulders locked between her thighs made her breath catch, her fingers instinctively reaching for his hair. But he growled, low and warning, and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand without even looking up.