I allowed him to slide my shirt over my head, his hands grazing over my black lacy bra as he did so. I ran my tongue over my lower lip, making sure he watched. I tightened my legs over his waist beneath me. His excitement drifted off him like an erotic fume, encasing my nostrils. My stomach did another turn of hunger...
He took one more step towards me, fitting our bodies flush against each other. I could feel every hard ridge and elegant plane of his chest. “What is your name?” he asked me. His voice was smooth and seductive it pulled me from his spell, and reminded me we weren’t the only ones in the club. He was beguiling me, inste...
(BEING EDITED/REWRITTEN) Every decade a Tournament is held in Paradox to decide who will become the next Erotikós Daímonas Queen. For Lana Falcon, this is the worst possible thing. As a 'newborn' succubi she has yet to even claim her first human, much less enter such a bloodthirsty, ruthless tournament. With her h...