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THE DEMON IN ME
Smooth, warm skin. It felt so good.
She curled around the firm body next to her, sliding her hands over a muscled male chest and broad shoulders as she slowly woke with a contented sigh.
Her lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes.
“Good morning.” Darrak smiled at her, his face only an inch away from hers.
Her eyes widened. “You.”
She'd woken in the arms of the demon. He'd taken form again. Full — and by the looks of the rapidly slipping lavender bed sheets as she scrambled to move away from his embrace — completely naked form.
Darrak didn't seem to have a problem with his current state of undress. He reclined against an overstuffed pillow, casually put his arms behind his head, and raised an eyebrow at her. “What?”
Eden fell right off the side of the bed, but quickly jolted back up to her feet.
She cleared her throat and averted her eyes, then pointed in his general direction. “Don't you have any clothes?”
He looked down at himself. “Quite honestly, no I don't.”
“Cover yourself up!”
“Fine.” There was a rustling sound. “Okay, I'm covered. I had no idea you were such a prude.”
“I'm not a prude.”
She glared at him to see he’d pulled the covers up to his waist. “Sure you are. It’s obvious.”
“Yeah, well. You’re an exhibitionist.”
She swallowed hard. “You ... you were dressed yesterday.”
“True. I’m currently very weak, but I had enough power to conjure those less than adequate clothes.”
“Then conjure some more.”
He studied her for a moment with amusement. “You didn't seem to be having much of a problem with my current form for the last half hour.”
Her cheeks began to blaze with heat. “You've been groping me for a half an hour?”
“More like the other way around. But don’t worry, I didn’t mind.” He gave her a wicked grin.