Page 63 of Demon Monster's Little Human

Her head tilts. “Don’t I?”

I grit my teeth, rage coiling hot.

She should not move like this.

She should not speak like this.

She is Liora, but she is not.

She leans in, her breath a whisper against my lips. Too close.

I should stop her.

I do not.

Her fingers tangle into my hair, and before I can tear myself away.

She kisses me.

Fire.

Pure, consuming, damning.

The taste of her punches through me, her lips soft, insistent, taking without hesitation.

I give in.

My hands snap to her waist, dragging her against me, forcing her deeper, parting her lips with a growl.

She whimpers, and I lose the last of my reason.

There is nothing else but the press of her body, the heat between us, the pull of something ancient that I cannot fight.

I kiss her like she belongs to me.

Because she does.

The thought strikes me so violently I rip away from her, panting, my claws shaking as I push her back.

Liora blinks, dazed, confused.

I step away.

This is wrong.

This is not supposed to be happening.

She looks too much like her.

Her eyes, those damned eyes.

I do not recognize my own voice when I speak.

“Who are you?”

She does not answer, only stares.

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