THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
Alex wrapped his legs around Damian’s waist, pulling him deeper.
“Come back to me,” he whispered against his lips. “I love you. Not the demon. Not the dominant. You.”
The kiss deepened.
Love burned brighter than the possession.
The entity shrieked as it was forced out blue and red energy exploding from Damian’s body in a crackling burst. It hovered in the air for one second, writhing, before dissipating into nothing with a final, fading scream.
Damian collapsed on top of Alex, breathing hard, eyes clear again.