There was something to be said about the intensity of a demon’s desire and right now Elanor was taking the full brunt of it—not that she was complaining. It was however, overwhelming her and as much as she loved feeling breathless, she needed to breathe at some point.

Azzoth’s kisses were heavy against her lips, strong enough to bruise and making her feel dizzy with desire. Elanor stepped back from the onslaught, her knees hitting the edge of her bed and he caught her back, ...