"Do you find my estate unfavourable?"
"No. I do not."
Azriel regarded her with a tilt of his head. "Or is it me?"
Penelope should have disagreed, but the truth clung to her silence, and the demon smirked and he wiped his moustache.
"I know I promised not to disturb or chase you anymore Pen, just before you came to stay here.", Azriel said. "But I can't; like I said," he came closer and pressed a kiss to her cheek. Penelope felt the currents from that light kiss zap through her body and set her aflame. "I crave water."
He backed away, and he could note his effect on her; the flushed face, tied tongue, and shell-shocked state. It was only a matter of time before she would melt under his touch and she would be on his bed.
