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“I let my hunger take over,” he explained, ashamed. “I was rough.”

“I happen to like it rough,” she reassured him. “But maybe next time a heads up would be useful. At least to prepare myself for what’s to come.”

Next time… she wanted to do it again? With him?

Her eyes slid down his body.

“I would help you relieve that again,” she started, “but that really took me by surprise. I might need some time to regain some strength first.”

He was hard again after tasting her, but he didn’t feel the need to touch himself. Having the privilege of touching her had been pleasurable enough.

“I don’t need it,” he assured her. “I’m okay.”

“Good. Then I’ll catch my breath and then clear this mess.”

He looked around. Her clothes and broken pieces of the statuette were all over the floor, plus stains of his come and strewn pillows that had been pushed away in her frenzied orgasm.

A mess, indeed.

CHAPTER 5

Longing for Krampus

NAOMI

To her surprise, Kilean started cleaning for her.

He was a bit clumsy, picking up the pieces of the statuette one by one and then looking around, unsure where to throw them away.

“There’s a bin in the cabinet under the sink,” Naomi said.

He silently followed her instructions, heading to the kitchen. She took a big stretch and stood up to put the pillows back on the couch. Naomi was picking up her stained pajamas when he came back into the living room, noticing that he had retracted his cock into whatever part kept it hidden. He did say he didn’t need to come again, but the fact he put it aside still surprised her. Sometimes men said that and still expected something. But Kilean was no man, and he also seemed to mean what he said in general.

“You can go get dressed,” he told her. “I can clean the floor.”

Thankfully he had spilled his come on the wooden floor and not the carpet, and since he seemed confident about how to clean that, she nodded and left him alone.

As she took a quick shower, she thought about everything that happened. In one day, she experienced so many different things that it felt like a whole month had passed since she had brought the krampus to the shed. How had she managed to end up here?

It still felt surreal any time she thought about it. And now that she had sex with him? It felt even more ridiculous.

Oh god…

She had sex with a demon.

Her eyes widened, cheeks heating up. If her mother knew, she would be horrified. Her grandmother, however, would probably approve. Naomi had a feeling that Felicity would somehow approve, too. She eventually decided to focus on the women who would support her wild decisions, putting off responsibility for another time.

A smile came back to her lips as her thoughts returned to what they had just done. The chance to be so close to Kilean almost made her feel giddy, special. It was validating to know he found her attractive, too—and adding the fact that he wasn’t even human certainly did wonders for her ego.

Naomi walked back into the living room—washed and with a clearer head—finding him sitting on the couch. But the smile on her lips immediately died when she noticed his eyes. Instead of their normal red, a white film covered them, his gaze vacant.

“Kilean?” she called, but it was like he couldn’t hear her.

Was he okay? Why was he not moving? Was it a side effect of his injuries?

When she took a step forward to shake him out of it, the white film slipped from his eyes and he blinked rapidly, a frown appearing on his face.

“Are you okay?”