At the back of Liz's mind, a warning bell tolled—a reminder that having sex with an incubus was a bad idea.
She had heard horrible tales about how an Incubus can suck the energy and youth out of someone. How they can make you hopeless with desire.
But the rational part of her was losing the battle as heat spread across her skin. Callan's calloused hands landed on her shoulders, squeezing gently, sending a shiver down her spine.
Sweet Lord.
His hands lingered on her shoulders for a few moments before traveling down to her breasts. Callan inhaled deeply, savoring her scent as he lowered himself to kneel before her. "You smell so sweet… Intoxicating…"
His voice was a hushed whisper, filled with desire. He nipped at her skin, gripping her thighs and pulling her closer to his mouth. "And you're so gorgeous, Liz. Irresistible."
