Slave of the Fallen Angel (Incubus of Otherworld #1)

"Do you believe me now?"

Ally's eyes snapped open at the bizarre question and just as they did, she became still with shock. She wasn't in her room anymore.

"What the fuck did just happen? How did we get back here?" Ally asked with a shaky voice as she swiped back the falling traces of her hair from her face, a nervous gesture that she wasn't even aware of having.

"We didn't go anywhere to begin with." Elijah replied with a smug face, "What you just saw was just a small part of one of your most erotic, dirtiest, hot fantasies. Quite surprising and tasty I must say."

Ally's face instantly became red in shame because what he said wasn't false. She undoubtedly had a fantasy of being tied up and getting devoured along with many other fantasies that better should stay buried in her heart. Her deep desires that she hadn't been able to tell anyone ever in life were lying bare to a stranger to take advantage of and she really didn't like it even a bit.

"How did you do that?" She asked as soon as she was able to push back the feelings of standing literally naked to the soul in front of Elijah.

"I didn't do anything, sweetheart. It's what I am. It's what I do. This is how I eat. I can take you however I want even in your dreams and you'll be begging me to fuck you in reality."