Page 21 of Caressed By Sin
I raised my eyebrows. “Why is that?”
“My mother explained that we were all made differently. They’re spirits of the dead. We’re spirits of nature.”
“I don’t think that is true.”
She shrugged. “Then, only God knows.”
“And Satan.” I smirked.
She twisted the pen on the table. “I don’t have the time to chase you, Azar.”
“What do you have time for?” I curled my lips into a smile and followed the delicate line of her cushioned hips.
She slid her index finger down the pen.
Envy bit at my core. I wanted that finger on my cock.
I gazed at those nipples as they poked through her dress’s material.
I must taste her.
I restrained myself from rushing toward her and taking each nipple into my mouth. I’d already scared her twice tonight. There wouldn’t be a third. I needed to take my time, be patient, and correctly seduce her.
Silence passed for several seconds.
Fatou combed her fingers through her dreadlocks. The points of her ears poked out.
All hells.
I shifted my gaze to her breasts. I craved to scoop those full mounds up and weigh them in my hands. My tongue ached to touch those nipples.
I shuddered.
My cock grew stiff in my pants.
She stirred on the table, avoiding my thirsty eyes. “Are you going to ogle my breasts all night or are you going to tell me what you want?”
I want you.
“Why are you here?”
I assessed the magic radiating from her. “I believe the amount of energy you hold would feed me for a month.”
“I doubt that.”
“Let’s see.”
“Let’s not.”
“I would love to propose a deal.”
She leaned her head to the side. “I don’t trust demons.”
“Then you’re not only sexy, but smart.”
“I don’t have time for this, Azar.”
“But, do you have time for a deal?”
