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Roth

I PACEDTHE floor of my room, still reeling from the power I’d gotten from Lilah’s raw sexual energy. The incubus slept contentedly in my breast, sated like never before.

I wanted to go to her room and sweep her into my arms. Lilah was mine. She’d finally come to me and given herself fully, the way I’d been dreaming about from the moment I set eyes on her. I thought my heart would burst from happiness. I’d never felt so complete, never felt I could put my trust in another as implicitly as I could with her.

And after last night, I knew the incubus could be satisfied. More than that, the incubus would relish being with only Lilah. I would gladly lose myself in her. She already possessed my heart. The incubus would fall in line.

Instead of rushing into her room, I sat on the edge of the bed, her delicious scent perfuming my sheets.

I would give her time and some space. She said she needed to write, so I would oblige and stay away. For now.

After a quick shower, I dressed and strode down the hallway. I hesitated outside her door but heard her moving around inside, likely arranging her space so she could write comfortably. A smile played across my lips at the thought of her with her hair pinned up out of her face as she crouched over her laptop. I ached to hold her again but instead continued down the corridor and out into the sunny street. Like a lovesick puppy, I barely paid attention to where my feet were carrying me. And it was glorious. A brand new feeling, something that knocked me on my ass even after all these centuries. It was priceless. She was priceless.

I had several stops to make before night fell, before I could claim the euphoric feeling that Lilah promised me with every flash of her blue eyes. For the moment, I would just have to be satisfied that she was mine. The thought once again brought a curve to my lips as I made my way through the city streets.

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