Her Demon Lord

Her Demon Lord- Chapter Thirteen

Kissing Chase was quickly becoming my favourite pass time. His lips were soft and inviting, his taste rich and addictive, his scent spicy and intoxicating. Everything about him called to my senses, leaving me in a whirlwind of mixed feelings, especially confusion. He lifted his lips off of mine and I vaguely remember making a soft mewling noise over the loss. Leaning his forehead against mine, his sparkly eyes looked deep into mine as he said: "we should probably head back now". My heart began to thump faster and all the blood rushed to my face, surely leaving me with red cheeks. Nodding my ascent, we slowly walk back to our house.

Heading up the stairs to our bedroom, I listened out keenly for any sound that he was following behind me. He wasn't. But instead of relief, all I felt was acute disappointment. I glumly went into our room and pulled out my pyjammas. Pulling them on, I turned out my light and went to bed.

A while later I felt the bed move and I realised that Chase was climbing in with me. He rolled over until his chest touched my back and we were spooning. Wrapping his long arm around my waist he pulled me closer to him so he could whisper in my ear.

"I think I've let you rest long enough, I've been extremely patient Carly but it's time. I'll be gentle, I promise." he rasped, his voice hoarse with want.