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The thought that I was somehow helping him alleviated any guilt, and I lost myself to the pleasure, the moments flying by, my vision unimportant as all I could do was focus in on the intense pleasure of his face between my legs.

If only I could have stayed there forever.

It got harder to breathe due to how many times I’d come, due to the rising intensity of every sensation. I was gasping, panting, as I felt a strong release building in me again.

This time, Sam moved slightly, and I could see his eyes watching me as his tongue flicked down over me, once, twice, and then from side to side, and I released.

I felt it wave over me like crushing pressure that felt better than anything in my life, and then everything went black.

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When I woke, Sam was lying on the bed in his incubus form, watching me with those beautiful rose-red eyes.

He looked relaxed, content. As if he’d been the one pleasured to the limit of existence.

He gave me a lazy grin as I pushed myself up, realizing he’d changed me into a soft, fluffy white robe. “Couldn’t let you catch a cold.”

“Right,” I said, wrapping the robe around me nervously as I met his eyes. “How long have I been out?”

“I did tell you to breathe,” he said. Then he smirked. “Two hours.”

“Wow.” I sat back on the bed, then looked over at him tentatively. The bruises seemed less bad, though perhaps that was his natural healing too. They’d said he’d be better in a day.

When I moved, my sex ached, and I couldn’t help smiling, remembering what would probably be the hottest moment of my life.

Sam, writhing beneath me, feeding on my pleasure.

It probably didn’t get any better than that.

His expression went solemn as he cocked his head at me. “Incubus is my preferred form,” he said. “As long as I’m not hungry, I’m no danger to you or anyone.”

“And if you are hungry?” I asked.

“Then I go kill something,” he said as simply as if he were mentioning going to the butcher to pick up some meat.

“And it feeds you? Like this does?”

His eyes ran over me. “Nothing feeds me like this does.”

I flushed, not knowing what to make of it.

I also didn’t know if I should leave or thank him for the orgasms or offer reciprocation.

I was a bit embarrassed that I’d been asleep for two hours.

“I’m going to rest now,” he said, but there was warmth in his eyes as he said it. “I enjoyed that, Cleo. Thank you for feeding me.”

I swallowed. “I… enjoyed it too. It’s me who should thank you.”

“No,” he said. “I’m the one who got the steak dinner.”

I giggled. “Happy to help.”

He went solemn again, and his hand reached out to my hair, which had dried in unruly waves. But then he dropped it, seeming to come to his senses. “We shouldn’t… This still isn’t…”

I nodded. “No feelings, right?”

He nodded but watched me warily, as if he expected me to be upset.

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