Page 70 of Demon Monster's Little Human

Not in fear. Not in magic.

In him.

His teeth graze my jaw, my throat, my pulse.

I arch beneath him, and he groans, a sound so raw and unguarded that it makes something deep inside me tighten, coil, burn.

His hands are everywhere, gripping my waist, tracing my ribs, delving lower.

I should stop him.

But I don’t. I can’t.

Because this isn’t just a kiss.

This is something else.

Something more. Something that feels like fate.

Like a memory I can’t place.

Like something I lost a long, long time ago.

It terrifies me.

Not enough to stop. Not enough to pull away.

But enough to want more.

I break the kiss first, gasping.

His lips hover over mine, breath hot, ragged, unsteady.

His grip on me tightens. I expect him to take.

To finish this.

To ruin me.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he wrenches himself away, as if touching me any longer will burn him alive.

He curses, dragging a shaking hand through his hair, refusing to meet my eyes.

I don’t move.

I don’t breathe as I can still feel him.

Still taste him.

Still ache for him.

I swallow hard, my lips tingling, my body on fire.

“What are you doing?” My voice is hoarse, barely more than a whisper.

He doesn’t answer.

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