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She was maddening.Utterly maddening. Slapping me over and over again for daring to kiss her and now reminding me of the powerful bliss it had given me.

Retreating from me in disgust during my revelations to her in the catacombs, yet now inviting my interest with her succulent pout. Her face turned up to mine, her eyes shifting to a gorgeous deep blue in the moonlight. I couldn’t stop my gaze from roaming her curves that were perfectly visible beneath a snug tee and jeans. The incubus flickered within me, telling me to taste her again. Odd, for the incubus never had seemed this interested in a female before. It wanted them for their bodies, and once it had its fill, it moved on to the next. But I sensed the incubus wanted more from Lilah. Much more.

I couldn’t help myself. I pushed her up against the wall next to the bike. She didn’t fight me, and instead let out an erotic sigh.

“You will drive me mad, female.” I loved the feel of her soft, warm body pressed against my hard, cold one. The very scent of her was an aphrodisiac.

I eyed her lips, desperate to have my mouth on hers again, claiming her.

“Why have you never kissed anyone in the last two hundred years?” She stared at my lips, heat rippling from her. She wants me too.

“It’s a trick I learned from my sisters-in-arms, as it were.”

She looked at me quizzically.

“Prostitutes.” I enjoyed the surprised look on her angelic face. “They never kiss their customers. They see it as too intimate. Like sharing a piece of their souls. To put it indelicately, I share too much of myself with too many women already. Some things are mine and mine alone.”

“But you shared it with me. Why?”

I remembered her reaction in the catacombs. Her instinct to get away from me. Just the thought of her retreating cut me to the quick. I changed, adopting the slick demeanor of the incubus. “Because it was all an act, carissima.” A lie. I’d wanted to kiss her since I’d first spied her. Everything about her appealed to me in a way no female ever had, not even back when I still relished the chase. Before I realized I was cursed.

She flinched at my words, but I kept my visage cold. It would be better for her to get away from me. The incubus would never stop, could never stop, no matter how much I wanted to. The other women I’d been with were mere shadows compared to Lilah. But her instincts were dead-on; she needed to get away from me before she got hurt. I couldn’t live with myself if any harm came to her, especially if it came from me.

She pushed me away and walked toward the motorcycle. “Just take me back.”

The coldness in her voice pierced my heart as surely as the Commander’s blade.

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