The Succubus's Unwanted Keeper
Perhaps that was why, from the very start, I had sought someone else.
To me, Joe was special.
As people said, succubi live by love. I was trapped by love; I couldn't drag him down with me.
Joe sighed softly, pinched my chin, and kissed me deeply. Warm breath fanned my ear.
"Fool," he murmured, "I never cared."
The bed was soft; his body burned.
My whitened, trembling skin was traced by his fingertips.