Remmy’s POV

“Fuck me, please,” her voice went straight to my aching cock as she kissed a line up my neck and along my jaw, sharp blood-red nails scratching under the threadbare cotton of my t-shirt. “I know you’d give it to me good, gorgeous.”

She was under duress, you dip-shit! Here you were, getting hard at the prospect of a mortal wanting you, and she was suffering the magical backlash of her own ...