Madison smiled, nestled in Astaroth's massive, sexy, and power-radiating lap. The "Hell Stick" in Astaroth's hand—the darkest tip of his staff and the very essence of his demonic nature—glowed between Madison's palms like a raw source of pure energy.
Madison pressing a lingering kiss to the Lord's neck. "I am officially ready to be your Queen. But... I have one condition."
Astaroth gripped Madison's waist tightly, pulling her even closer until there was no air between them.
"And what is your condition, my little queen of destruction?"
"No funeral service," Madison said with a mischievous wink.
"You're going to throw me a 'Rebirth Party' in the biggest club in Hell. And I want Belphegor in the DJ booth—no sleeping allowed!"
Astaroth let out a dark laugh and carried Madison toward the deepest part of the sealed chamber, toward his own eternal bed.
"I promise you, Madison. Tonight, even Hell itself will whisper your name."
