Page 13 of Sins of the Succubus

I pull back, meeting her gaze. "Fair enough." My hands slide up her sides, feeling the curves of her body. "Let's focus on us, then."

She shivers, her lips parting slightly. I can feel the heat radiating from her, smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal. It's driving me wild, stoking the fire in my veins.

"Us?" she whispers, her voice trembling. "There is no us. This is just... business."

I laugh, the sound dark and rich. "Oh, darling. This is anything but business." I capture her lips again, swallowing her protest.

She responds with a fervor that matches my own, her fingers tangling in my hair. When we break apart, we're both breathing heavily.

"Tell me you want this," I demand, my voice husky with need.

Neela hesitates, conflict clear in her eyes. Then, something shifts. A spark of defiance, of hunger, flares to life.

"I want this," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you."

Those words ignite something primal within me. I carry her to the bed, laying her down with a gentleness that belies my demonic nature. As I hover over her, I can see the fear and excitement warring in her eyes.

My hands move with a preternatural grace, tearing the flimsy fabric of Neela's uniform as if it were mere paper. The sound of rending cloth fills the room, quickly followed by her sharp intake of breath. Her eyes widen, a flush creeping across her cheeks as she's bared to me, her body a landscape of soft curves and hidden valleys waiting to be explored.

"Dremlor," she gasps, her voice a mixture of fear and desire.

I silence her with a kiss, my tongue delving into her mouth as I pin her to the bed. Her skin is like silk under my fingers, warm and supple. I break the kiss, my lips trailing down her neck, over the pulse that flutters like a trapped bird beneath her skin.

Her breasts are full and pert, just begging to be touched. I take one rosy nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the pebbled peak. She arches into me with a moan, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer.

"You're so responsive," I murmur, my voice a low growl of satisfaction.

I lavish attention on her other breast, my hand skimming down her side, over the gentle swell of her hip. She squirms beneath me, a desperate little whimper escaping her lips as I tease her.

My fingertips trace a fiery path down her abdomen, her skin quivering beneath my touch. I revel in the way she shivers, her breath hitching as I near the apex of her thighs. Her scent—a heady mix of arousal and the sweet tang of fear—is intoxicating, fueling the dark fire that burns within me.

"Oh," she gasps, her voice quaking with need.

I flash her a devilish grin, my eyes locking onto hers as I dip lower. "Louder," I murmur, my voice a low, seductive purr.

I kiss the soft skin of her navel, my tongue flicking out to tease her. She squirms, her thighs clenching together as if to ward off the inevitable. But I am not so easily deterred.

My fingers delve into her slick heat, exploring her folds with a practiced ease. She's wetter than I anticipated, her body responding to my touch with an eagerness that surprises us both. I circle her nub with the pad of my thumb, eliciting a series of gasps and moans that only serve to stoke the fire within me.

I sit back, barely able to contain myself as I gaze down at what no one else has been able to deem as perfection.

"I'm going to show you the pleasure you deserve, Neela," I swear, pulling my tattered clothes off and tossing them to the side. "Now spread those legs and welcome me home."

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NEELA

His thighs, hard as granite, press against mine, a stark contrast to the soft velvet of the couch beneath us. As a dark elf, he was just another face in the crowd—handsome, yes, but unremarkable.

ut now, as a demon, Dremlor is a masterpiece of otherworldly perfection. His skin, smooth and cool, ripples over muscles that seem to have been sculpted from the darkest, most ancient stone.

And his manhood... it's a testament to his demonic nature, thick and pulsing with an infernal energy that both intimidates and arouses me.

I can't help but stare, my breath hitching as he guides himself toward my entrance. "You're fucking gorgeous," he growls, the sound rumbling deep within his chest. "I've had countless beings, but none like you, Neela."

I'm caught off guard by the compliment, a flush creeping across my cheeks. It's been years since anyone's made me feel desired for more than just my body.

That's when he thrusts inside me. I gasp, my eyes shooting toward the ceiling in surprise. I've never been so… full.

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