A Demon’s Kiss
His hair rains down over his face, but I can see the way he is wincing.
"You have no idea what I could to do you, Aspen,” he breathes.
Unable to take the space between us, I tug him closer again.
"Do it. I want you,” I assure him.
His gaze travels over my face. Seeming satisfied with my reaction, he leans forward and kisses me again, although with slightly less vigour.
Suddenly, a thought pops into my head that’s is impossible to banish.
"Wait..."
Kastriv pulls away immediately, looking down at me as if he believes he’s greatly offended me.