Roe's hands moved across her body with a sureness that gave away his intent. She was his intent, her body, breaking upon his as she cried out. The orchestra of muscles that moved together seemed more defined, more dense as he called on some of his demonic strength. Hands, refusing to let her fall, traveled down her arms, taking her wrists. Almost violently he lifted her arms, taking both her wrists in hand he brought her to her toes even as he walked her backward. His grip was sure, strong, he could support her entire weight with the strength he had summoned.<br/><br/>He pushed her under the spray of the shower head, pinning her to the wall beyond it. The cascade of water struck him, and in some places sizzled from his skin. The cold tile behind her supported her back as he held her hands to right under the nozzle of the shower, pinning them to the wall above her head. He smiled as he bent down, opening his mouth, taking possession of the nipple of her left breast with his lips.<br/><br/>He let rivulets of heated water course around that excited skin, tightening his lips, trapping water and flesh together. He circled his tongue and the water around her nipple, drawing it, heating it with his mouth. He tugged with his lips even as teeth closed to pinch the skin, denying the flow of blood a release, trying to get her skin to engorge and become more sensative.<br/><br/>The free hand reached down and grabbed her right thigh, raising the leg and setting the foot on the edge of the tub's basin. He exposed her, the water running from his body fell to her chest and traveled down the taught definition of her belly. The steam ran her length, over her stomach to the mons and hair beneath, it ran to her hood before denying her clit its warmth, falling instead to the floor of the tub below.<br/><br/>Her leg planted and taken care of, the hand holding it released and moved, cupping her roughly, pushing a finger inside her with no warning, no hint of tease or preparation. He was going to take her, going to sample and contort her body until she was his. The tightness around his finger caused his now erect cock to twitch, to stand firm and ready. Water fell to it, striking the head, inflaming him more. He growled into her nipple, letting the vibration push from his mouth and atop her skin, sending it to her, letting her body accept it like some great resonator.<br/><br/>She had summoned a demon. She had wanted a lover. He had wanted also to be a man, or so he though. Right now, he was HER demon, and the hunger of lust washed over him strong enough to spread to anyone around.