As the first rays of morning light filtered into the cave, Liz stirred from her slumber, her mind slowly emerging from the fog of sleep. She blinked, disoriented for a moment as she took in her unfamiliar surroundings - the rocky walls, the soft furs beneath her, and the warm, solid presence pressed against her back.
Memories of the previous night came flooding back, and a hot flush of shame and embarrassment washed over her. She had surrendered to Callan, an incubus, a demon of lust and desire. She had allowed him to touch her, to taste her, to bring her to heights of pleasure she had never known before.
Liz sat up abruptly, clutching the furs to her chest as she turned to face Callan. He lay beside her, his muscular body sprawled out in a pose of languid ease. His wings were folded behind him, and his horns glinted in the soft light. He looked every inch the powerful, seductive demon he was.
