Page 47 of Hellish Witch

I frowned, but the image he painted came to me. The sturdy dark wood of my cottage wouldn’t close fully, though, like something invisible wedged it open.

Killian leaned close, planting a palm on the trunk, grazing my thigh. His eyes dropped to my lips, slit pupils dilating, and then trailed down the rest of me, like feathers caressing my flesh.

I blinked at him, hyperaware of the scant distance between us. “What?”

Apparently, that word was all I could manage.

He grinned wider, sharp fangs giving his beauty its vicious edge. “You heard me, sweet witch.” He stole more of my personal space and reached for me, tucking a damp strand of my hair behind my rounded ear, so different from the demonic points of his. “Close that door for me.”

I tried to imagine my house again, that wooden door he’d built for me. Strong and solid from the dark timber of the bleeding trees this forest was notorious for. Poisonous bloodbores and scattered feathers had been carved around the door’s edges, grander than any simple door had a right to display.

His smile turned wicked. “Unless you want me to come inside…”

My fang sank into my lower lip, the slight drain on my energy letting me know I wasn’t winning the battle for concentration.

Killian inhaled deep, leaning closer as if he were going to scent me properly before stilling, his face mere inches away. My pulse thundered too loud in my ears.

Stormy eyes glittered silver as they locked with mine.

“I…can’t,” I rasped. His smoky sweetness drugged me, and wetness slicked between my thighs as I breathed him in. “You’re such an incubus.” I tried to brush it off, like it was a normal reaction.

And, I supposed, it was. Killian was designed for sex. For seduction.

He’d have any demoness panting for him now. I had nothing to feel embarrassed about. Having a high sex drive was literally in my blood.

As well as his.

For a moment, fantasies ran rampant through my thoughts.

What would it feel like? To have him shove me down onto the grass and fuck me by the eerie light of the hell-fire like I was his to possess.

I tried to slam the door in my mind, but it wouldn’t budge. Everything about Killian was intoxicating. Seductive.

Who cared about losing energy when he was the prize I’d win?

His claws trailed a path down my arm. Even that innocent touch had me stifling a moan that tried to work its way up my throat.

“Push harder for me, sweetness. Shut that door in my face before I drink you down and swallow you whole. You shouldn’t be devoured by a dark creature like me. You’re too good for that.”

Beneath the wicked fantasy running through my mind, frustration licked my insides. He had no right to decide what was good enough for me or not.

I slammed the door.

The relief was instant. The drain on my energy ceased. I’d been losing so much power, and my cheeks heated as I realised how obvious my longing for him was.

A smirk broke across Killian’s lips even as the flecks in his eyes dimmed. “That’s my good girl.”

His seductive voice shouldn’t be doing the things it was. Especially after he’d just used dirty talk as a lesson like he was a professor and I the unruly pupil.

My schoolgirl crush was making a lot more sense.

He was a few years older than me, twenty-six where I was just turning twenty-two.

Tomorrow, in fact.

I huffed. “I’m hardly agood girl. The other night, you caught me with a dead body.” I inspected my scarlet claws like I was checking for blood.

Killian’s chuckle was a dark, rich sound as he straightened, giving me space to breathe. “No, I suppose you’re not…unless it’s for me.”

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