Page 11 of Dreaming of the Demon

“I thought I was having a dream,” I said stiffly. “So are you saying youcanread my mind?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Only when I’m touching you,” he admitted. “Mind reading is one of an Incubus’s most valuable skills.”

“What? Why is that?” I asked, curious despite myself.

He shrugged.

“Isn’t it obvious? A mortal male doesn’t know what you want in bed unless you spell it out for him—and even then he’s more than likely to get it wrong. Whereas whenItouch you, I can tell what you’re hungry for—what youcrave.”

“You…you can?” I asked through numb lips. God, I wished he wasn’t so mouthwatering sitting there nude and muscular in my bed!

“Mmm-hmm.” He nodded and leaned towards me, the firelight reflected in his black eyes. “And I can give it to you, baby—whether it’s a hard fuck or a long, leisurely lovemaking session where you come over and over and cry in my arms from the intense release afterwards,” he murmured, giving me another one of those lustful looks. “Or maybe you just want your pussy licked for hours on end—I can do that for you too.” His eyes blazed. “Iloveit—love to worship the female body with all its lovely curves. Especially fuller curves like yours.” He described an overfull hourglass in the air between us as he looked me up and down.

I pulled the top of my nightgown closed and leaned away from him but my heart was pounding. He had just given me the most intense orgasm of my life and yet here I was, hot to trot—as Goldie would say—all over again!

“Don’t talk like that—I don’t evenknowyou,” I protested.

“ButIknowyou, Celia. I know what you’re craving—why don’t you let me give it to you?” he murmured.

“Because I don’t have sex with strangers!” I snapped. “And besides, I’mnotcraving anything like…like that.”

“Please. Don’t lie to me or yourself.” He shook his head. “Your lust perfumes the air between us and I saw the way you touched yourself earlier—saw the way youfuckedyourself with that toy of yours.”

His voice was a low, sexy rasp and his eyes were blazing again—challenging me to deny what he was saying.

I was torn between mortification and lust, which was creeping up on me even though I didn’t want to feel it.

“You weren’tsupposedto see that,” I said. “I didn’t know you were watching!”

“You can tell yourself that, but you know it’s not true. And until you give in and let me fulfill your fantasy we won’t be free of each other,” he pointed out. “So why not lay back and let me worship your body in the way you deserve? I bet no other male has ever truly given you your due.”

As a matter of fact, he was right about that. I’d never had a lover who was really eager to go down on me or give me pleasure. Maybe because trying to find the right guy when you’re plus-sized is like dating on hard mode. I’d met plenty of men who would have been happy just to use my body for their own gratification…but none that were very interested in mine.

But this Demon—this Incubus—was telling me that he was all about my gratification—all about giving me pleasure in any way I wanted it. Malik didn’t seem to mind that I was curvy—in fact he seemed tolikeit.

I couldn’t help remembering how good it felt when he touched me…the hot swirl of his tongue around my sensitive nipples and the expert way he’d stroked my pussy, circling my clit in a way that drove me crazy, touching me just the right way…

No, what was I thinking? He was getting to me—I couldn’t let that happen!

“Absolutely not,” I said firmly. “In fact, I want you to get dressed and leaveright now.”

He sighed.

“So you’re going to make this difficult for both of us? All right. I can get dressed but I can’t leave—not until I fulfill your fantasy and Hester’s wish.”

“What did she wish for, anyway?” I demanded. I had never given much thought to my ancestress. All I knew was that she was a Kitchen Witch like me and that she’d been hung during the Witch Fever that had swept New England back in the 1600s.

“I can show you, if you like,” he offered. “Maybe if you see her and what happened to her you’ll finally understand why I’m bound to your family.”

“How can you show me?” I asked suspiciously. “Do you have to transport me back in time or something?” I wasn’t eager to travel to the 1600s—especially not dressed in my sheer silk nightgown. I’d been to several museums in Salem that convinced me life was dirty, dark, and dismal back then. Also, they treated women like dirt. No thank you!

But Malik only laughed.

“Hardly. My powers don’t extend quite that far. I can’t take you back in time but I canshowyou what I saw…and what happened to Hester, your ancestress.”

“Well…” I hesitated but it didn’t seem like I was getting rid of him any time soon. Maybe if I had more information, I’d have a better chance of banishing him from my life. “All right,” I said at last. “How do you do it?”

“Just hold my hand and I’ll show you.” He held out a large, well-shaped hand but I pulled back.

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