A Demon’s Kiss
He lurches forward, grabbing my face, drawing me in to kiss him again.
He wastes no time being gentle and sweet, his passion for me evident in the way he kisses me as if the world will end if he doesn't.
My back bumps against the edge of the dining room table, my hand reaching out to brace me up as the weight of Kastriv's strong body presses against me.
Suddenly my hand slips on something, and I nearly fall back.
Kastriv grabs me, stopping my fall, helping me straighten. I turn, looking at a bunch of letters Kastriv brought in earlier splay out. The one at the very bottom catches my eyes.