Page 9 of Summoning Sex Demons

I hummed, a small smirk crossing my face, “What about me, Hellcat?”

After a wide range of emotions crossed her face, she shook her head. “Do I know you?”

Leaning against the brick building, I tightened my hand around the brown paper bag filled with Fervor Crisps that I had gotten from the café. Her gaze dropped down to my crossed arms for a moment, and she swallowed hard and shuffled her thighs together. I inhaled the thick scent of her arousal, the feel of her body wrapping around mine last night making mestiff.

“Do you?” I asked.

Through the widest brown eyes I had seen, she stared up at me and shook her head again. “No, I’m … I’m just getting you confused with someone I thought I knew …sorta.I’m …” She looked away again. “I thought I recognized you.” Then, she paused. “Wait, h-how do you know me?”

Instead of answering her—because that’d be a long conversation that I wasn’t willing to have with a human I could never have—I stepped closer to her and inhaled the sweet scent of oranges. “Didn’t like your Fervor Crisp?”

“Wh-what?” she squeaked.

“Your Fervor Crisp.” I nodded toward the building, fingers gliding against the smooth material of the brown paper bag in my hand. “You didn’t finish it, so I assume you didn’t enjoy it this morning.”

“I usually do.”

“But not today?”

She looked everywhere but at me. “I was … distracted.”

“These are better,” I said, holding out the bag to her.

After staring at it for a couple of moments, she grabbed it from me. She opened up the bag and peered down into it, furrowing her brows. “These are Fervor Crisps from the café. How … how are they better?”

“They’re specially made.”

“Specially made how?” she asked, voice almost a whisper.

Smirking, I moved closer to her and pulled a Fervor Crisp from the bag. After breaking it in half, the gooey center beginning to drip out, I placed it at her lips. “Eat.”

While staring up at me through her lashes, she parted those full lips that I had imagined wrapped around my cock so many times since last night and took a bite of the Fervor Crisp, some white powder coating her lips.

“Good girl.”

She inhaled sharply through her nose and inched her thighs together, nipples hardening.

“How do you like it?” I hummed.

She licked her lips and swallowed, a haze crossing her gaze. “It’s really … really good.”

My lips curled into a small smirk. “You take it so willingly.”

“Wh-what?”

“You take it so willingly,” I repeated.

“I do.”

Then, as if she realized what she’d said, her cheeks reddened to the shade of Passion Delights back at The Lounge. She tucked some coiled hair behind her ear. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I … you see … I think …”

I captured her chin in my grasp and swiped my thumb across her lower lip. “When you told me that you were a virgin last night, I almost didn’t believe it.” I pulled her closer. “You’re way too fucking cute.”

Cute?! If my friends heard me call a human that, they’d laugh their asses off.

But I couldn’t help it.

“Last night,” she whispered, pupils dilating. “Last night … wasn’t … real.”

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