I had lost myself to a demon.
My breath hitched in my throat, but even through my mounting discomfort the haze of pleasure softened my rising panic.
Kurt grunted softly against my ear and pulled himself up high enough to lock his gaze on mine. But where I’d expected lecherous triumph, only curiosity shone from his obsidian eyes.
He stared at me in silence for a long moment. Then, without a word, he pushed himself up and off me.
I winced as his still too-thick cock slid from my swollen core, leaving a white trail of semen behind, and fought to push myself up on my elbows so I could watch him.
He moved around my room, pulling on his clothes and shrugging into his black leather jacket last.
He was… leaving? I blinked as he walked to the door, equally relieved and weirdly deflated that this was the end to the most intense night of my life. But this had been our bargain. One night, nothing more.
Hand on the doorknob, Kurt turned to look at me over his shoulder, interrupting my dazed thoughts.
“One year, Emma,” he said, and the darkness in his eyes bored into mine, making something in my chest clench as I finally saw the possessiveness flaming there. “I will return for you in one year. And then I will make you my bride.”