Page 51 of Spookily Yours

I was so close to losing control. To giving in to every thought, every desire.

What the hell were we still doing here?

“Will Luna be okay?” I asked, looking at her sister, currently chatting with another witch at the bar.

Willow nodded. “She’s a big girl. She can take care of herself.”

And before either of us could utter another word, her hand was in mine, and I was pulling her towards the door.

FIFTEEN

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“Willow.” His voice was a caress over my skin, and my eyes fluttered open, taking him in.

How much did I have to drink tonight? Not enough that it would impact my judgment. Not enough to keep me from wanting this.

Him.

He’d been watching me all night.

Just like I’d been watching him.

I dropped my purse on the kitchen table, keys and all. I wondered if he could hear how fast my heart was beating from there with those demon senses of his. If it was any faster, I thought it would beat out of my chest.

From where I was standing, I could see out the large windows into the backyard, illuminated only by the light from the front entryway.

Even without looking at him, I couldfeelhis presence behind me.

Damien’s shadows wrapped around my arm, the tendril dancing over my skin in an intimate motion, like he was trailing a finger across my bare skin—

I closed my eyes, shuddering just from the small contact.

“Little witch…” He started, but before he could finish his thought, I turned around, bringing our bodies together.

He was so much taller than me, so bringing our mouths together was a challenge. Damien leaned down, taking my lips in his. And everything felt right again.

The kiss quickly turned deeper, more frantic.Gods.Kissing anybody else could never come close to my demon. He knew how to use his tongue, making me practically mewl against him. The way he could coax my mouth open for him, licking inside, those playful little bites against my lip…

And wasn’t that the most unfair thing? He’d lived so much longer than me. Of course, he’d had his fair share of kissing other women. An idea that made me want to put a hex of my own on someone, because I didn’t like the idea of anyone else touching him. Of his lips on anyone else.

But then his hands wrapped around my ass, lifting me up against his body, and it drained me of all rational thought.

My voice betrayed me, letting out a small moan when his erection brushed against my core as he pinned me against the wall. Taking me with his mouth again, he explored every inch—like he was trying to commit it to memory. Every swipe of his tongue against mine only spurred me on more.

My fingers brushed over his hardened length.

Forme.This man—this demon—wantedme.

Maybe that was the thought that made me more brazen, bolder, but I didn’t have it in me to care. I just wanted more. Needed it.

A low rumbling sound emitted from his throat when I moved my hand up, attempting to flick open the button on his pants.

I blinked. “Did you just…growlat me?”

“Little witch,” he gritted out through his teeth. “I suggest you stop if you don’t want to take this further.”

I hummed in response, cupping him fully. “And what if I don’t want to stop?” I ran a finger up his impressive bulge.

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