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I’m kissing a demon.

Not just kissing, but full onmaking out, because a moment after our lips meet, it’s like I’ve been consumed. Whatever this demon magick is, I don’t have a spare brain cell to guess at it. No, every last thought in my head leaks out my ears and all I know is Eren.

His lips feel even more sinful than they looked. Warm and firm, they take command of the kiss immediately, even as his hands tighten on my hips and a low growl rumbles through him. When his tongue presses against my mouth, demanding entrance, I open for him without a moment of hesitation.

Eren tastes like pure sex, with a scent like rich pine, wisps of smoke, and some dark spice I have no name for. Whatever it is, it lights me up from the inside out and I’m half-convinced that when we pull apart my skin will be glowing again.

One of his hands moves to the back of my head. He takes a handful of my hair in his fist and tugs, deepening the kiss with long, slow strokes of his tongue that echo straight down between my thighs.

My eyes are closed, but I crack them open a sliver when I feel the lowering of a solid weight around us, blocking out the wind and the cold.

His wings.

Spread wide and sheltering us both, they create a pocket of darkness where only he and I exist.

Crushed to him and drifting softly into the place of peace and safety Eren created, I return the kiss with every bit as much passion as him. Daring a little more, I run my tongue along one of those savage-looking fangs, earlier fear all but forgotten.

“Allie,” Eren groans, pulling back and drawing his wings away.

The distance brings crashing clarity with it.

Holy shit. What just happened?

Face burning, trembles returning, I take a step away from my demon husband.

“Sorry,” I mumble. “I don’t know what… I’m just… sorry. If I did something wrong, I’m sorry.”

Maybe the fang thing is taboo? Oh fuck, maybe he thought that was me giving him an invitation to bite me. Maybe that’s why he stopped.

Which is a good thing, I guess.

Wait, Iguess?

Do Iwantto be bitten?

Now that I’m not lip-locked with a demon, my brain says hell no. All I need to do is get my racing heart and the tight throbbing in my pussy to catch up.

Eren laughs, though there’s something strained about the sound. “You’ve done nothing wrong, little witch.”

Little witch.The endearment is not helping the whole throbbing situation.

“Then why—”

“You’re a temptation for me,” he says gruffly. “Too much a temptation. I want to take this night slowly. I don’t want to frighten you.”

“Do I seem frightened?” I don’t mean for the question to come out as a challenge, but it does, the words hovering like an incendiary device in the air between us.

Eren’s ruby eyes darken to garnet. “No. It’s not fear I smell on you now.”

Well, that’s not what I was expecting. “Smell on me? What do you mean?”

He leans down, runs his nose along the sensitive place where my neck and shoulder meet.

“Rose petals.” The words are a whisper against my skin. “And parchment. The sweet smell of summer rain. And something else, too.”

“Something else?”

The tip of one sharp fang grazes lightly along my earlobe. “Yes, Allie, something else. I smell your desire.”