The demon pulled back to study her face. “Abra, you don’t have to be alone. I know your pain, the emptiness of life. The tedium. The boredom! With me, you’ll never tire of sex. We’ll taste the wonders of pleasure together, every moment for the rest of our days.” She knew he was too good to be true. “Demon,” she whispered. “There’s always a price.” One thin, black eyebrow arched over an ice blue eye tinged with red. “A price?” “Name it. What do you want?” He chuckled and nudged her with his knee, rubbing up and down in slow strokes. “You. I want you. I’ve watched you for a long time.” She thrust her body down, crushing her soreness into his firm leg. Imagining his cock filling her, his firm body working and pounding against her, almost made her give in, but resolve swam amidst her desire. “How long?” “Dorm room, March of your senior year. Billy Thompson.” “Mm.” She closed her eyes, the old memory washing over her. Billy had worked in the bookstore on the corner of Third and Magnolia.
