My jittery hands could barely hold on the phone. Where would my body get the courage to face Desmond if it were him standing behind me?“Cassidy,” the person took my name, unveiling the mystery of their identity. The painful anxiety left my body, and my muscles relaxed. If they hadn't said something, I would have stayed there stiff as a rock forever.“You scared me, Mia,” I said, looking back.Mia put her hand on the railing. “Who were you expecting?” she asked while walking down the remaining stairs.“Never mind,” I said with an air hand movement. “Did something disturb your sleep? I hope you are alright. If something was inconvenient for you or if you saw something demonic, please tell me.” My sister shook her head and smiled faintly. “Nothing of that sort. For the first time in over a year, I slept like a baby. Your incubus/boyfriend must have removed all the menacing energies from our house.” Mia looked up the stairs and covered her mouth. “Sorry for saying that out loud,” she co

The last thing I remembered was Desmond’s fingers giving my butt an aggressive massage as he sucked my mouth, taking out reasoning and awareness of my surroundings and replacing it with ecstasy alone. It was a mystery how we ended up on the hood of my car.My back was touching the metal, and Desmond’s body touched all of me. He had my arms pinned above me. Our mouths were pressed firmly together, allowing us to feel each other’s fiery warmth. What his tongue was doing inside my mouth inverted the world around me as my brain only focused on the movements of his slippery, fleshy, muscular organ. I moaned in Desmond’s mouth when he rubbed his bulging manhood against me. Even though a layer of clothing was preventing me from feeling its hotness and tenderness, the hardness and the motion were enough to torch the heart of my femininity.As I had lost the ability to speak, my hands caressed whatever part of him they could grab while he gratified me endlessly.“Hey!” a man shouted angrily.

What Elaine had told me was appalling. I wasn’t denying that Incubi could be aggressive, too. However, I couldn’t imagine Desmond becoming so violent over a minor delay. My sudden change of heart would upset him, though.I took the contract from Elaine’s hands and jammed it into the back pocket of my jeans. “Or we could say that it is irrevocable and indestructible until the witch who owns the enchanted scroll chooses to take the spell off. That way, it will all depend on you. You can refuse to do it, and if he becomes violent with you, he fails the test.”Elaine looked at me with narrowed eyes. Her face didn’t hold back to express the detestation she felt for my plan. “Don’t drag me into this. I have already refused to return the contract once, and your incubus smashed glass everywhere in my energy room. Did that change your mind? Or do you believe whatever excuse he had for that?”It was her right to be angry at me. I was asking too much of someone who was only trying to help. “You’

I didn’t know what I had done to deserve more heat. I would intentionally be naughty every day if that's what I would get for breaking a promise.“You want to rip my jeans? Don’t you?” I said, clutching Desmond’s hand on my thigh.“I want to tear your panties to shreds, too. My wishes would shock you. The question is, would you let me?” Desmond pinched my bottom, seductively biting his lower lip.That was the first time my boyfriend had torn my clothes into pieces instead of taking them off. At first, Desmond’s animalistic approach to getting me naked had taken me aback. Did I mind now? No! His impatience to reach my bare skin was hot as hell. My incubus’s wild desires had the good girl in me in a chokehold. Since the moment our lips touched, lust was the only thing on my mind.“Do it!” I commanded him, putting my fingers into his messy, silky black hair.Desmond smiled contently at my answer. He rubbed his face against my boobs and put one in his mouth as his nails gently clawed my j

After watching superhero movies, I think most girls imagine being saved by a big, powerful man and flying in his arms at some point in their lives. I was guilty of fantasizing about such scenes as well in my teen years.Desmond had proposed to go by air, using his abilities to reach home faster. Flying was supposed to be different with him. I didn’t know what he meant by that until he demonstrated it.Boy, oh, boy, was Desmond right about it being a dissimilar experience! He did carry me in his arms, but we skipped the flying part. All I felt was a strong current of air surrounding my body and pitch-black darkness before my eyes. “Ouch!” I was about to fall, but Desmond prevented me from falling.“Be careful, my love,” said Desmond, helping me to stand straight.My vision had been restored, and we were standing in one place. I studied my surroundings and found us to be in a park. “I thought we were going home. Why are we here?” I asked my incubus while trying to maintain my balance.