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Adeline Grey
Virgin Sacrifice
Virgin Sacrifice
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When Kyra's sister somehow manages to summon a demon, all Kyra wants to do is to figure out a way to send him away. However, the bad: the demon demands a virgin sacrifice. The good: no bloody sacrificial altar needed; all he wants is a night of sex. Bad: turns out her sister is technically not a virgin. Good: Kyra is, and the demon appears more than happy to have her as his instead. Wait ... is that actually a good thing or bad?
Warning: This is an erotic short story. This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, and explicit scenes.
EXCERPT:
“I am called Darius,” a voice murmured into her ear.
She shrieked, whipping her head around to find the man sitting in the passenger seat, calmly studying her.
Her shoulders pressed back against the window, the cold seeping through the back of her shirt. “How the hell did you get into my car?” she hissed, clutching her purse to her chest as some sort of shield.
He shrugged. “It was easy. Manipulating space in this realm is but child’s play.”
He jerked his chin up and the next thing she knew, he was in the driver’s seat with her perched snugly in his lap. A strangled scream wrenched out of her throat as she tried to shift away. His arms locked around her, the heat of his body enveloping her. She tried to pull free, but he didn’t budge. She caught his scent, like smoke and burnt cedar, as he leaned in.
“What are you?” she choked out, leaning away as far as possible, which wasn’t much.
She could feel the heat of his breath against her lips as he murmured just inches away from her face. “Your sister summoned me. I am merely here to collect what she owes me.”
Her lips felt stiff with fear. “You know, why don’t we talk inside the house? It’ll be more comfortable than … here.”
“You think so?” His lips parted in a wide grin. “I disagree. I find this extremely comfortable.” He shifted and she stifled a whimper when she felt a particularly thick shaft lodge underneath her, scorching even through their layers of clothing. “Pleasurable, even.”
Warning: This is an erotic short story. This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, and explicit scenes.
EXCERPT:
“I am called Darius,” a voice murmured into her ear.
She shrieked, whipping her head around to find the man sitting in the passenger seat, calmly studying her.
Her shoulders pressed back against the window, the cold seeping through the back of her shirt. “How the hell did you get into my car?” she hissed, clutching her purse to her chest as some sort of shield.
He shrugged. “It was easy. Manipulating space in this realm is but child’s play.”
He jerked his chin up and the next thing she knew, he was in the driver’s seat with her perched snugly in his lap. A strangled scream wrenched out of her throat as she tried to shift away. His arms locked around her, the heat of his body enveloping her. She tried to pull free, but he didn’t budge. She caught his scent, like smoke and burnt cedar, as he leaned in.
“What are you?” she choked out, leaning away as far as possible, which wasn’t much.
She could feel the heat of his breath against her lips as he murmured just inches away from her face. “Your sister summoned me. I am merely here to collect what she owes me.”
Her lips felt stiff with fear. “You know, why don’t we talk inside the house? It’ll be more comfortable than … here.”
“You think so?” His lips parted in a wide grin. “I disagree. I find this extremely comfortable.” He shifted and she stifled a whimper when she felt a particularly thick shaft lodge underneath her, scorching even through their layers of clothing. “Pleasurable, even.”
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