(A/N: As the discord has decided, I'll be using more blunt and crude language for chapters like this!)
The first kiss wasn't desperate.
That was what surprised me.
With how thick the air had gotten, with divine and demonic energy grinding against each other, I'd expected something frantic.
Teeth. Hunger. Losing control.
Instead, Evelina leaned in slowly.
On purpose.
Her lips brushed mine once—light, testing. Warm and soft. A warning pretending to be restraint.
My hand was still on her cheek. I felt her lashes flutter. I felt her breath hitch, not from doubt, but from how hard she was holding herself back.
I kissed her properly.
And everything reacted.
A faint vibration ran through the floor under us. The curtains drew in tighter, cutting us off until there was nothing but dark red silk, heat, and the smell of her.
Her fingers fisted in the front of my shirt.
For a moment, she let me take control.
That alone went straight to my cock.
