Page 62 of Spookily Yours

I didn’t know why he still insisted on sleeping in cat form some nights, but part of me didn’t want to complain, either. As much as I preferred falling asleep wrapped in his arms, I enjoyed having his little bundle of weight at my feet.

His little vampire teeth were visible as he laid on his back, all sprawled out in cat form on my bed. One paw was dangling over the edge. Damien in cat form was simply adorable.

Moving my hand to scratch his head, he nuzzled against my palm. I stifled a giggle. “You’re pretty cute like this, you know?”

Damien shifted in a flash, lying on his arm on top of my comforter, his fangs still poking out over his bottom lip. “And what about now, little witch?”

Much like that first night where I’d kicked him off the bed, he’d shifted completely naked. I was wearing my favorite nightgown, which wasn’t particularly sexy. And with him draped on top of my bed likethat…

“Damien!” I flushed red, throwing my arm over my face. “You can’t just—”

Nuzzling his face into my neck, he ran his sharp canines over the sensitive skin of my throat. “Can’t what?”

I wondered what it would feel like if he were to bite me. He didn’t need to drink blood, as far as I was aware. At least, I’d never seen him do it—but did those sharp teeth serve another purpose? Every time they touched my skin, they sent sensations straight to my clit. Like I could explode with one touch.

“Dothat.” Not looking, I gestured at his body.

Not that I needed to look at him to know what his body looked like. I’d memorized every line, traced every one of his abs with my tongue. I’d gotten more comfortable with him than I had with any human who I’d ever slept with in the past.

They all paled compared to Damien, anyway. My passionate, caring, thorough lover, who knew exactly how to use his tongue and fingers.

And don’t get me started on when he used his magic on me.

In a flash, he’d moved, pinning me to the bed, his muscular arms positioned over me. “What about now?”

“Please,” I moaned, not sure what I was begging for. Him to stop, or him to keep going?

He kissed at my throat, his talented tongue making me squirm within a matter of minutes.

More. I needed him brushing his shadows over my nipples and my clit.

I wondered to what extent he could use his powers—howelsehe might use those tendrils of darkness on me. Inside of me—

Damien’s nostrils flared, like he could smell my growing arousal. Sense how wet I was getting, just from his teeth and my lewd thoughts. “What are you thinking about, little witch?”

“Nothing.” I blushed, shaking my head.

He raised an eyebrow. “Willow.” He pressed his hips into mine, and I let out a small moan. “Tell me, baby.”

I shook my head as he started working my nightgown up my hips, exposing my purple underwear covered in ghosts.

He rocked into me, pressing up against that thin fabric, as his lips connected with the pulse point on my neck. Damien’s fangs dragged over the sensitive skin—not enough to pierce it, but to send shudders of pleasure through me. “Tell me,” he murmured, “and I’ll give you what you want.”

“I-I was thinking about how else you could use your shadows.” I knew my cheeks were as pink as ever. “Besides just…you know.”

He chuckled roughly, nibbling on my ear. “Do you want me to fill you up, baby? Stuff you so full of me you can barely breathe?”

“Yes,”I choked out. “I want that.”

Who was this girl, and what had she done with Willow? I’d never had the courage to ask for what I wanted before. Even if I was still embarrassed. Even if he had to encourage the words.

It was like I’d come to life completely from just his one touch.

And I wanted more, and more, and more.

The question was… would I ever stop wanting him?

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