“Are you having second thoughts,” He whispered.
Claris Jack shook her head slowly, swallowing the dry knot forming in her throat, hoping he wouldn’t notice her nervousness. Her hand found the cool glass of peach vodka on a large chest, draining the contents quickly. She set the glass down. He chuckle echo from the shadows of the room.
“If you don’t want to do this tell me,” He spoke again. She watched him approached her from the shadows. His hulking silhouette almost made her shiver. The dimmed lights of nearby lamps reveal his eerie handsome face. His gleaming silvery-blue eyes filled with concern.
“I want to,” she said mentally practice what Jalamira taught her, Be cool, be cool. Take control of the situation. Claris pushed away from the small wooden table, approaching the tall, dark haired demon. She reached her long slender fingers caressing the smooth silk of his cheek. The physical contact sent a sensual jolt through her system. She forgot about her nervousness, feeding off of his needs and his sexuality.
She felt his arms close around her. His sizzling heat scorching the air. She felt herself being drawn closer against his rising cock. She heard a growl deep in his throat. He brought his hot mouth on her neck, suckling her heated moist skin.