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I hadn’t expectedthe date to go so well. But being with Eden was easy. There was something about her that made me forget who I was. The short hour I’d carved away with her had allowed me to let my guard down, and I felt more like myself than I had in a long time. Of course, letting my guard down wasn’t the safest thing to do, especially with a distraction as beautiful as the brunette keeping me company. But I liked it.
An ice cream date. It sounded like something ordinary people did. I’d never had ice cream or taken a stroll with a woman. Materializing in and out was my go-to instead of taking a nice walk. However, our conversation made me feel uncomfortable. Was I convincing? Did she know I was lying and was playing along?
It didn’t seem so.
As we reached her shop, she pulled out the keys to let herself back in and dropped them.
Walks, it turned out, were incredibly useful for admiring your companion’s body, unlike sitting in a restaurant. I couldn’t fathom why dates took place at a restaurant where you could see nothing but cleavage—if you were so lucky to have a date whose dress revealed so much—whereas when Eden bent over, I had a perfect view of her ass.
I groaned softly, resisting the urge to bite my fist. The only flavor I wanted to taste now was hers. She straightened, and given the look on her face, I was pretty sure she was reading my filthy mind.
Good.Let’s go and sin a little, baby girl.
I projected the image of undressing her, covering her with ice cream, and licking her from tip to toe into her mind. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away, making me grin. I was a fool for thinking I would keep this exchange professional. I didn’t have a hope in hell, and I knew there were a few of them, rare as they were.
The moment I saw her photo on my phone, I was a goner. Lust and need filled my every cell. Something about her drew me to her even through the blue light filter of my iPhone. As she opened the door to her shop and turned to look at me, I was still thinking about all the inappropriate things I wanted to do to her, especially when I remembered how she lavished attention on the cone with her tongue in the parlor.
That could be my cocks.
Every fiber of this body ached for me to do something. My dicks strained against the fly of my pants, longing for freedom and the warmth of a woman. I played out the scenarios in my mind, trying to decide if she wanted this or if she would shove me away with a slap to the face.
Did it matter?The devilish part of my mind asked, and strangely enough, the answer was yes.All I had to do was click my tongue, and the desire to sin, right here on the street, in front of anyone who wanted to witness, would fill her. And yet, I was giving her a chance to decide for herself. Some deep-seated part of me needed to know if she desired me without the magic.
What good would that do? No matter how much I wanted her, I couldn't have her because she didn’t fit into my world. Stealing souls was a part of the job, yet I didn’t want to touch hers. Maybe she could survive it, but she didn’t deserve it.
Thinking about it only reminded me that whatever I was doing here, pretending to be normal andhuman, was an inevitable ticking time bomb. Either I would corrupt her with my mere presence, or my life would pull her down and destroy her. Walking away was the only way to keep her safe and keep that small piece of divinity she had in her soul intact.
“Look, I can only play with my keys for so long. Are you going to come in?”
And yet.
A feral grin spread across my face. I stalked toward her, backing her against the door frame as my mouth collided, hot and needy, with hers. The moan she released echoed through me right to my shafts, stiffening it to the state of a steel beam.
Oh, yes, I was going to sit her on them and watch her bounce.
“There’s … mmm … an apartment … above the … ohhh … shop.” She didn’t have to tell me twice.
Lifting her into my arms, her legs wrapped around me, I stepped far enough into the shop for the door to close before locking it behind us with my abilities. Four strides brought me to the back, where a set of rickety old metal steps ascended to the apartment.
The previous use of the building was evident here as she hadn’t gotten around to renovating it like she had the front. But now wasn’t the time to deal with that. Her eyes were closed, so I took the opportunity to materialize us into her bedroom.
She gasped as I dropped her onto the bed, enjoying how her breasts bounced when she did. Stalking closer to her with a predatory look, a flicker of fear crossed her features before our lips found one another again. She groaned, unable to resist the desire that flooded her as I nipped her lip and tugged it away before releasing it with a pop.
Crawling onto the bed, I surrounded her. She smiled, her heavily lidded eyes watching my next move, and I brought my mouth to her neck, biting the soft flesh before soothing it with my tongue. My hands worked along her curves, peeling her shirt up her belly while I savored the soft rolls underneath.
She drew back from me as she rushed to stop the fabric’s ascension. “Can I keep my shirt on?”
I reared back in surprise, staring at her alarmed expression. “Why?”
A long silence passed between us before her pink tongue peeked out between her lips, and she wet them. “I don’t want you to see me without my shirt,” she finally admitted.
Confusion washed through me. “How the fuck am I supposed to suck your tits if I don’t take it off?” The absurdity of her request was baffling. How was I supposed to doanythingbesides stuff her with my cocks—which was fun, but not nearly as fun as the whole performance—if she didn’t take her shirt off?
“It’s just … well, my exes—”
“I’m going to stop you right there. Whoever those boys you allowed to touch you before me are, they’re nothing. You will forget them, especially any asinine comments they made about this luscious body. What lays under your shirt is Eden, the woman, and the place. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
