"You failed to kill me, my dear." He purrs over my lips. And I think I have dropped the bedcover because both my hands are helplessly pressing on his chest right now.
I suddenly remember his irrational words earlier in the day. For every time I fail to kill him, he'll discover a new place to kiss. He'd kissed my neck then. But… "I—I didn't t_try to ki—"
"Oh come on darling. You know you did. You hauled everything at me. Now it's my turn." He says with a golden smile and I can swear he's going to kiss me. I can feel it and I don't want it. I really don't! Right?
But he's not kissing my lips, and somehow, I don't know how, but we're on the bed.
He's over me, I want to protest. What does he plan to do? I don't want to do this, I'm not ready for this! The look in his eyes says it all, I can tell what he's thinking. What he plans to do. Oh lords! I need to fight, I need to fight this Demon. I can't let him have me! Right?
