Page 51 of The Incubus Curse

“I’m sure you could.” She sassed with that adorable hint of a smile hidden behind her scowl. “I see you’re not trying to push me away anymore.”

“I’m nottryingto push you away.”

“Yes, you are.” Her eyes rolled as she cleared her throat. “I accepted the fact that you’ve killed people before. And while it makes me uncomfortable, what I saw was not you willingly doing that. Those girls were already practically dead from the vampires. And you were in pain from Edward. I could plainly see that! It’s like starving a dog and being surprised when it bites you. You can’t be mad at the dog.”

“Do you hear how fucked up that sounds?” I blinked. “I mean, you’re defending a killer and using a horrible analogy about a dog to back it up.”

“You’re a killer in a world that looks so different than it did a few days ago, so much more complex. A killer who saved my life numerous times now. A killer to whom I owe a life debt. You killed that deathwalkerforme. How am I supposed to judge you for killing after that.”

“Can we maybe not keep saying ‘killer’?” I grimaced every time she said the word. My stomach churned at the new consciousness that I had developed. Ironically, ever since becoming more and more like an incubus, I have becomemore in touch with my humanity. And I knew that it was because of her. Was this some strange power of hers? Could angels possess powers like us demons?

“I’m sorry.” She looked down.

And even now, I could feel the pull from her. Feel her desperately wanting me to kiss her. Feel the energy surging like lightning spewing just outside my grasp.

I knew I should have stayed far away from her. It was safer for both of us that way. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten wrapped up in how amazing she tasted, even if it was just crumbs. But I couldn’t.

I breathed in sync with her, my lungs rising and falling to her beat. I found my eyes mesmerized by hers, desperately wanting to get lost in them. To swim in those wet, blue pearls and forget about everything happening. Forget about how dangerous she was to me.

And I resisted as best I could until I suddenly let all my weight pile into her as we both stumbled back into the bathroom. It was like I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. Like my body had taken hold of me, forcing me to plummet myself closer to her.

Her back was now pressed against the wall, arms clenching onto the towel for dear life while her eyes begged for my lips. Even after everything that had happened, she still trusted me. As to why, I had no idea. Maybe she was just as damaged as I was.

I let my hands grab around her waist, pulling myself into her. And as my lips crashed into hers, I felt my whole world almost explode. The pure feeling of euphoria filled me.

My hands were soon tangling into her wet locks, running down her body that she continued to try to hide from mewith the thin towel that separated us. My hand reached up, choking her slightly, listening to the little moans that escaped from her as I squeezed gently.

There were no words between us: no hesitations or regret.

All I could feel was her sexual energies filling me, and I could not even begin to fathom how amazing it might taste to have her entirely to myself.

I felt envious of any man who had the pleasure of being with her. I felt enraged by the fact that I hadn’t.

My hands trailed down, sliding under her towel, and gently stroked up her leg while she panted against me in need. Her head rolled back, eyes fluttering as my fingertips gently made circles around her inner thigh, taunting her slowly. Her skin was so soft there.

“Can you… taste me?” She suddenly said, taking me back truthfully. Something about the way that she could pull herself from me in a moment like this was different than any other girl I had seduced.

It was like she wasn’t just entranced by me but wanted to know how I was feeling. If I could feel what she was feeling. And I wanted to tell her everything I could feel: her excitement, fear, wanting more, and begging for more. I could physically feel her own emotions as if they were my own.

I knew what she meant when asked, but I pretended not to. “I’d like to taste you.”

My brow rose as my hand slowly began to cup her sex, feeling how wet she was—feeling how horny she was. And as my eyes laid into her, so did my finger. I watched as her eyes widened in almost disbelief, and her mouth made an o-shape as a silent moan slipped from her lips.

Usually, I never did the work. I didn’t need to, butgod, did itfeel good to make someone else feel things, to be on the other end of it.

I almost reveled in the idea of making her cum, so much so that I continued stroking her until her body convulsed against my hold, and she moaned so loud that her teeth were tearing into her lips to quiet herself from being heard.

“Dustin.” She panted, petrified, against the wall as I continued.

I didn’t want to stop. I wanted her to know just how good I could be. I wanted her to crave me—more than she could have imagined.

I sunk, letting my tongue gently sashay down her body until it flicked at her sex, licking up her, and watched as she convulsed once more. This time more violently, her body shaking at each stroke of my tongue.

“I can’t. I can’t.” She just continued to moan, refusing to look me in the eyes as if she was afraid of what it might do.

I pulled myself back upright instantly. My face flushed white. My knuckles curled in a rage at myself. Had I drained her too much without realizing it? This was all new territory for me since she was my first angel.

“Are you okay?” I panted, almost fearful.

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