Page 5 of Caressed By Sin
My heart pounded in my ears.
Damn you, Adae. You never said Azar was this fast.
I blinked twice and glanced at him over my shoulder.
“You reek of heated honey. I knew you were a fairy when you first walked into the club. I’ve been drinking in your scent all night, hoping you would come my way.”
My heart skipped several beats.
A dark laugh escaped those luscious lips. “Why wear the wig?”
“It’s for the humans.” I tried to calm the fast pace of my heart.
I cleared my throat. “My pointy ears usually freak humans out. I’ve found that a wig hides them better than my natural hair but—”
“Fuck these humans.” He pulled the wig off my head. My silver dreadlocks fell down my head and spilled past my shoulders.
Azar leaned in closer and laid his hands on my waist, sending warmth through my dress’s fabric. “Much better.”
The club went silent.
Wait. What’s going on?
I looked around and saw the glossy film of a massive glowing bubble surrounding us. Somehow, Azar had created the bubble and put us in it.
My nerves flared on edge.
I’d never had a demon do this before. Usually, we battled, they ran, and then I caught them.
I opened my mouth, unsure of what to say next as the woody fragrance of juniper mixed with pine surrounded me.
Take control, Fatou.
“Let me look at you.” I attempted to turn around, but he prevented my movement as he massaged my waist. The simple contact stirred a hunger within me.
“Not yet, sweet fairy.” His fingers drifted up the outline of my body. He guided me further to the smooth silver wall in front of me.
What is he doing?
I pressed my palms against the wall’s cool surface to stop myself from being pushed against it.
Demon magic swirled around me. It sparked my flesh with a fierce electric surge. I could almost taste it in my mouth, bitter like the rum, but more soothing.
I sighed. “I want to see you.”
“You can look at me soon.” His fingers combed through my dreadlocks. “A fairy from the African continent. What are you doing in America, little one?”
“I just wanted to see this country.”
“Your kind never comes this far.” Humor laced his words. “The plum wine is not as good.”
“The rum is a decent substitute.”
“What hair color were you born with?”
“Silver.” I tried to turn around.
He stopped me and inhaled my scent. “Patience.”
