Kaiser let a laugh escape his throat. The hand he had pressed against her back slowly moved up, following the perfect curve of her spine to her nape. His fingers tangled in the cascade of violet hair, and he pulled gently, tilting her head to expose the alabaster skin of her neck.
"You shouldn't have come here, perverse demoness," he murmured against her warm skin.
Without waiting for a response, his lips settled on Lilith's neck.
His teeth closed on the tender flesh, hard enough to mark, not hard enough to break. A shiver ran through the demoness's body, pure pleasure spreading from her neck to the hollow of her lower back. She tensed against him for a second, before yielding, a hoarse sigh escaping her parted lips. Kaiser felt the vibration under his lips, the subtle taste of her skin, and the power emanating from it. He started again, lower, near her collarbone, leaving a trail of reddish marks in his wake, a map of his temporary possession.
