Heart of the Succubus

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 as he leaned upward and pressed his cool lips against the hot skin of my throat.

"Devour me," he whispered in my ear, his rough hands sliding down my thighs and squeezing the muscle. The corners of my lips coiled upward in a twisted smile.

If only he knew how literal I would be taking that.

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*Warning* Triggers for SUICIDE and SELF-HARM. Other triggers include sexual content, gore, violent images, potential animal cruelty, and strong language. Only read if you are 18 or older

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