catch his image from his thoughts. It was
disconcerting not to have complete control over their interaction. She wanted
to move along and get to the sex. She knew how to deal with lusty men, how to
work them over until they were sated and limp. This mysterious being watching
her as if she were prey was not usual for her. With a mental push she tried to
access his thoughts more deeply, to catch a glimpse of where their time was
going.
She found this male’s thoughts difficult to read, either
because he was new to her or because he just had a strong mental defense. She
worked to give him what he wanted, to take their thirty minutes and extend it
in his mind so it felt as if they were together for hours. The struggle to
access his desires made her grunt in exasperation. Even the level of lust she
could feel tickling her succubus self was muted somehow.
“Come, lover. You need to release some control on your mind
so I can fulfill your needs.”
“You will take care of me, and I you. Don’t worry about
that. I wanted to see you like this first.” His deep voice filtered through her
icy walls and gave her a shiver. He continued and she felt the first tinglings
of her own desire, surprised by her body’s reaction. “Lie back and relax. Feel.
I want to taste you before I bury myself in your heat, sweet Victoria.”
It should have bothered her that he continued to use her
name even if she looked like someone else. It should have irritated her that
her body was reacting to his voice even when she knew that he wasn’t seeing
her. Instead she found herself following his orders and sinking onto the couch,
relishing the feel of the softness wrapping around her back and legs.
The brushed velvet of her dress rubbed against peaked
nipples, pulling a moan from her lips, startling her. She could actually feel
it. The smoothness of the fabric, cool and silky, lay tightly across her
breasts. Every breath she took caused the material to glide across her skin.
She took another, deeper breath just to see what feelings that would elicit.
Warm liquid heat pooled between her thighs. She caught herself humming under
her breath at the deliciousness of it.
Her eyes closed and she let her head fall back against the
couch. Her dress slid across her legs and she moaned a little. Goose bumps rose
along her legs and a slight tremor shook her belly. Had she ever felt anything
so sensual? She couldn’t remember ever allowing herself to feel anything for so
long in her work or life. Maybe this time, with this man, she could let go and
pretend to be seen. When was the last time she’d actually made love with
anyone? Years?
“That’s it, sweetheart.”
She opened her eyes and found her client standing not far
from the couch, but still he remained in the shadows. Strange, but some of the
males they serviced were demons who didn’t have forms that a typical person
could look upon. Form and function didn’t matter in her line of work. Their
bodies weren’t actually touching, so the form that any of them took was
inconsequential.
His magic washed over her and something tugged at her
memory. She’d felt his signature before someplace, but where? Before she could
concentrate too much on it, she watched him kneel in front of her. Warm hands
settled on her naked ankles and she gasped. With the first touch the man’s lust
soaked into her aura, overwhelming her control for a moment. She closed her
eyes and let the emotion fill her, feeding the hungry beast that lived where
her soul used to be. Her demon part woke and stretched in her mind, giddy with
the influx of pure need pouring off the male. Letting the energy enter her made
her pussy cream and for once she wasn’t disgusted by the reaction.
Chapter Three
Dominick knew the moment that she started feeding off his
energy. The magical pull was slight, but still there in the back of his mind.
He couldn’t stop from smiling when her face finally relaxed and a beautifully
peaceful look