Page 69 of Satan's Priest

I narrowed my eyes. “You didn’t happen to visit me in my dreams, did you?”

A slow smile crept onto his face, stealing the air from my lungs because of how sinister but beautiful it made him.

I huffed and shoved at his shoulders, attempting to push him away, but he didn’t move. He was like a gigantic boulder, and I was an ant.

Daiman moved over me and used his knees to push my legs apart so he could settle between my thighs. I sucked in a breath, my heartbeat racing and pounding against my chest. I pushed his chest, pathetically trying again to get him off me, but he stayed put.

“Get off!” I snarled, shoving and hitting his shoulders and chest.

He chuckled and placed one hand on the pillow beside my head. With the other, he grabbed my thigh and hooked it over his waist so he could grind against my now-throbbing core. His erection rubbed against me from behind his jeans.

“Ohhh, fuck,” I moaned and tipped back my head. My legs moved like they had a mind of their own, widening until my knees pressed against the mattress. My stomach growled, and I whimpered as I moved without thinking, rocking my hips against his.

He snarled, thrusting against me, the force so strong my head knocked against my headboard. I didn’t care. I was too lost in lust and hunger as he dry-humped me.

“You need to feed,” he whispered into my ear. “Let me help you.”

My cheeks warmed with a blush. I arched my neck and wound my arms beneath his armpits, curling them so I was holding onto his shoulders. He thrust against me, the force making my head bump against the headboard again.

“Daiman,” I mewled, my mind hazy with lust and need.

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DAIMAN

My cock ached to bury itself inside Grace’s wet heat. This time I wanted us to be in our physical forms while I fucked her. I wanted the little succubus to knowImade her scream, not her pathetic boyfriend.

I knew she wanted it too, but she fought me. She was in denial about being a succubus, still wanting to cling to her humanity, but something else stopped her from feeding, and I wanted to get to the bottom of it.

I nipped the sensitive skin beneath her ear, soothing the sting with my tongue. Grace tasted sweet, like a berry, and musky from her desire. Its potent lust was like inhaling a line of cocaine.

“My offer still stands, Grace,” I murmured into her silky skin. I kissed a spot and smiled when she whimpered, then I trailed kisses over her throat.

She slipped a hand up the back of my neck and threaded her fingers through my hair. I bared my teeth and rocked harder against her as she pulled at the strands until pain bit at my sensitive scalp. My temples ached with tension, wanting to release the glamor that hid my horns. I wanted the girl to grab them while I went down on her. They were one of the most sensitive spots on my body.

“This isn’t like me,” she whispered.

I leaned back so I could look into her face. I stopped moving against her as I saw her eyes were full of unshed tears. Grace’s face crumpled with pain that had to have been inside her head. She was fighting something but wouldn’t tell me.

Trying to understand her was like trying to grab water that slipped between your fingers. It was impossible. But it was a good thing I wasn’t a human. If she wanted to be water, I’d be the glass that contained her and held her together.

“You’re still yourself, even if you’re a succubus. You just can’t eat human food while hungry,” I murmured.

She frowned, and her chin quivered as she stopped herself from crying. “You suck at comforting,” she whimpered.

I smiled. It was genuine this time, and it wrinkled the corners of my eyes. Grace sucked in a breath, her eyes rounding as she gazed at me with innocence. It was a cruel reminder that she was barely an adult and had an impressionable mind.

“You’re right. I’m not good at comforting. But I’m good at making people forget their worries for a while.”

Her eyes shifted between mine, looking for an answer to an unspoken question. She folded and released a shaky breath. My cock jerked, and I gritted my teeth together to hold myself back from tearing off her clothes and taking her how I wanted.

“We can sixty-nine,” she breathed.

I grinned and didn’t waste time as I stripped her, ignoring her soft protests. I got to my knees, peeled off my shirt, and undid my pants so I could pull out my aching cock. It was already hard and ready for her to wrap her sinful lips around. Pre-cum leaked at the tip, and Grace’s eyes dipped down my body, stopping at my jutting erection.

Her chest rose and fell quicker as she studied my groin. Her pupils had blown until only a sliver of green surrounded them.

“Holy fucking shit,” she whispered. Sitting up, she scooted back, and I whipped out my hand, fisting the hair at the back of her head. She yelped and wrapped her hands around my wrist and arm. “Daiman . . . I-I don’t know if I can fit you in my mouth. Are you really pierced?”