Nyla was now a full demon and she enjoyed every minute of it.

Her powers were strengthening as Jake taught her how to control them.

Jake had everything for her. A servant named Hannah and Tucker who watched over her when Jake was gone or in a meeting.

Jake was showing her off, having her dresses made especially to accentuate her beauty even more.

Only Nyla could call him if he was in a meeting and if he was really busy, he didnt want to be interrupted.

But if it was Nyla, he immediately put the meeting on hold to talk to her.

She felt like a queen. Jake treated her like a queen and gave her time to adjust to Hell.

Hell was similar to earth except Hell had public tortures and burning and demons hiding behind their human masks.

They were so grotesque and ugly they were forced to use their human masks but some really didn't care.

When Jake sent word for her asking her to meet him someplace or dress a specific way, she'd listen.

He took her to parties and balls, taking her to meet his people.

They hadn't made love since they came back, only hot heavy make out sessions that would be interrupted.

But tonight, she sent Hannah and Tucker away for privacy.

One door led to a bedroom, another led to her clothes, another to a bathroom.

Jake was coming to her hotel room and stay with her all night long.

Since he was prince of darkness, he had a lot of things to do especially since he came back.

Tonight she chose a simple shirt and jeans.

She was anxious to have him in bed with him on top of her, his fingers entwined with hers, tightening his grip on her as he would thrust in her.

She moaned at the idea and felt the door open.

Jake didn't bother knocking. He never did and she didn't mind.

She saw him come in dressed in a simple black t-shirt and jeans.

"Jake," She whispered as he closed and locked the door and walked to her.

"I missed you, Nyla." Jake replied as he pulled her to him and held her.

"Where's Hannah and...?"

"I sent them away for tonight. It's been so long since we did anything." She whispered hungrily and kissed his jaw.

"Nyla..." He whispered and looked at her.

She could see the lust and desire in his eyes.

They were no longer green since he was back in Hell.

They were now the color of dried blood.

She didn't mind. It actually suited him.

He leaned down and with one sweep of his lips, she felt her arousal spike.

She felt his hands sliding down her back, gripping her ass to lift her up and press her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, giving in to the temptation that had been rising since she got here.

She kissed him back.

She moaned, his hands slid up her sides and under her shirt, she buried her hands in his hair again and the kiss grew rougher. His tongue moved along hers, dominating and possessive. She gasped and moaned, making little noises of pleasure that made her so vocal...

He lifted her more, swinging them around and to the other side of the room. He fiddled with a door until they tumbled inside, all the while still kissing. Her hands roamed down his neck, over his shoulders, and up and down his back. He made it to the bed and they tumbled down onto it. She tugged at his shirt as he knelt over her, lifting it enough to run her hands up his stomach and chest.

Jake was lean but muscular and she enjoyed the view.

Hands cupped her breasts. She gasped and arched into the touch with her eyes fluttering closed. His palms caressed her nipples through the thin material of her bra and Jake let out a low growl that was half moan.

She opened her eyes to see him watching her intently. Then one hand slipped under the bottom of her bra and his fingers pinched her nipple experimentally. She cried out, pressing into the touch. He removed his hands and she murmured her disappointment until he tugged at her shirt to remove it. Once gone, he worked on her bra while she removed his shirt as well. Soon, he was pressing his bare chest to her own. She squirmed beneath him as his hot breath ghosted over her ear.

"You drive me crazy, Nyla." He murmured, hands running all over her exposed skin as she ran hers up his arms, exploring every dip and curve.

"Jake..." she mumbled, boldly running her tongue over the curve where shoulder met neck impatiently. He ran his tongue over the shell of her ear in response and she shivered in delight.

He undid her jeans then, and she lifted her hips to allow him to tug them down. He pulled her panties with them as well, then sat back and stared.

"Nyla..." he breathed. She met his gaze and found hunger and passion and possession there.

"Jake?"

"Yes?" He asked as she reached up for him, drawing him down.

"Take me." He obliged, one hand running up the inside of her thigh. She arched into his touch and he paid attention on her neck. She unbuttoned his jeans and started to pull them down. He stepped from the bed and her gaze was drawn to how the muscles of his chest and stomach flexed as he moved.

He stepped out of his pants and his boxers beneath. He was crawling back onto the bed moments later, his body covering hers and Jake buried his hands in her hair and kissed her possessively again. His hips settled in the cradle of her thighs and he began to grind against her in a slow, tortuous way. He changed the angle of his hip and—

"Oh Jake!" She gasped. He traced his tongue down her chest, and his hips kept thrusting slowly, lazily against her clit. She tried to rock her own hips and speed things up, but he only increased the weight on her hips, pinning them still as he languidly moved. His tongue flicked over one nipple. "Jake, please—"

"Please what, Nyla?" he practically moaned out.

"I need... I need..." She couldn't even speak.

"What do you need Nyla?" he ran his tongue up the underside of her breast. "You'll need to tell me."

Jake was teasing, letting her know he was in charge in bed.

She attempted to glare down at him but he moved his hips against her and she couldn't fight him.

"I need you!"

Jake adjusted himself so that he was pressing firmly against her entrance. "Is this where you need me, Nyla?"

She nodded frantically, arching her hips up, trying to get more of him.

"You need to tell me, Nyla."

"I-I need you i-inside me...Jake please." The stutter was of desperate need.

He pressed a demanding kiss to her lips before mumbling "Whatever you need, Nyla."

He thrusted into her.

She cried out.

Soon enough they built up a rhythm. She could feel that familiar pressure building up in her stomach, and she was determined not to let it fizzle out. Jake was determined, too, as he lifted her hips to change the angle of his thrust deeper. She met each thrust as best she could, and soon she was reaching the peak of her pleasure.

She wasn't going to let it end, no, this time she would—

Jake's hand slipped between them and his fingers caressed her clit, deliberately bringing her over the edge. She opened her mouth to scream as her orgasm hit her, but Jake covered her mouth with his hand and she was crying her orgasm into his skin even as he kept thrusting.

Moments later he came too, his thrusts speeding erratically until with a growl he came.

They stood like that until the effects wore out.

He was still inside of her and pulled out.

"I hope...that this makes up for the week." Jake whispered as he kissed her lovingly.

"Oh fuck yes!" She yelled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

"And I want more..." She said as she kissed him hungrily and Jake response was running his hand in between them...