50 ~ One Must Yield

Any thought of protest or shielding her heart flew out of Asha’s head as soon as her body met Young’s lips. It took no time for her to practically collapse to the bed, gripping the sheets for dear life and barely able to hold her arch. It seemed as if Young had an upgrade in every department, his bedroom skills constantly challenging what she thought she could expect from him. If she could think at all, let alone logically, she’d be running from the demon in human clothes, but her gamble had caused her to be ensnared in a trap of her own making.

Young had her right where he wanted her, at his mercy. Every stroke of his tongue made him that much more ravenous for the juices practically pouring out of Asha. It also made him insatiable for her submission, determined to take what had once been so freely given. He would never utter the words out loud, but the anxiety that had him in a perpetual chokehold made him feel off kilter and completely out of his element. This new terrain was unch