Kapri buried her face into her pillow, while Count gripped her hips as he moved behind her. There wasn't much guilt when it came to the pleasure from a demon, so she gripped the sheet with little resistance. She could feel his breath against the nape of her neck, his lips peppered alone her spine, before he lifted her nightgown pushing it over her head. Suddenly, his movements stilled when his eyes landed on the intricate sigil etched against upper back near her neck under the fracture moon's light. The dark lines seemed to hum faintly with a power, even he didn't understand, its presence undeniable.
"I never noticed this," he said, as he leaned down as licked the back of her neck before dragging his tongue down to the sigil. His hand then pressed firmly against it causing Kapri to whimper a little in pain.
"Relax," she roughly grabbed his wrist as she sat up and turned her neck slightly. "I'm not sure what will happen if you mess with it to much."
