Desires And Captivity
It turned into more of a soft caress, though—my hand had a will of its own, sliding across his skin, exploring.
The kiss deepened. Our movements grew hungrier.
God, he could kiss. Every other man I’d kissed paled beside this—one searing kiss that burned through all reason. My hands were already tugging at the hem of his shirt while he toyed with the buttons of my jeans. A swift tug, and suddenly my jeans were gone, tossed somewhere behind him.
But then the sight before me shattered my desire.
A massive demon, wings flared back, blades glinting between its feathers, knelt between my legs.
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