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A nightmarish tale. I had no idea why the panicked witches marked me at first. But it didn't take me long to realize I'd been sacrificed to assuage the hunger of an insatiable incubus. A man sentenced to haunt the Earth as a demon with a ravening hunger for human women. He won't leave me alone. How can I escape someone whom I can't even see until he's inside me. I can't touch until he's already feeling me. No one can see him but me. I can't make him stop. And the longer this goes on the less sure I am that I want it to.
His gold eyes watched me intently.
My hair falling around my face and my eyes snapping with icy fury.
“God, you’re beautiful. I need inside you.” He caught my shoulders and began guiding me back to the forest floor. “Do this, Zira. Let it be your way. Or I’m going to tear your clothes and brutalize you.”
No. I can’t take any more of that.
I won’t survive it. But though I was filled with anxiety over what had so recently happened to me, when I looked in Van’s gold eyes I felt some inexplicable trust that he didn’t want to hurt me.
Though he’s warning me he will if I push him. I suddenly didn’t want him to change from the caring being he’d been the last few days.
I wanted to keep him like this as long as I could.
“What do I do?” I swallowed hard. Staring up at him fearfully.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Why?”
“Offer me your body, uninhibited.”
But despite my previous thoughts, him telling me to hand myself over like some fine prize made me angry. And my old fire flared to the surface.
“You’re deplorable!”
“Far worse, actually.” He grunted.
