HER DEMON CAT

WILLOW ( CHAPTER - SEVENTEENTH ) 🌡️🤯🥵

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( I will try post most of them are mature but 😜 you know dirty minded girl 😂 it is getting best of me 😅)

There was something about knowing I had someone at home waiting for me that made me giddier to leave the shop each day than I ever had before. Maybe that was what made the time pass quicker than it felt like it ever had before.

Damien.

I smiled to myself as I wiped down the counter, eyes focused on the clock, waiting for Eryne to come in for her shift. I'd been cleaning for the last hour, and as soon as she took over, I'd be free.

To head home to my demon, and whatever festive activity we'd choose for tonight. In the last week, we'd watched countless Halloween movies-I had to educate him, after all as well as tried all my favorite kinds of candy. I was determined to find something he liked. I wasn't below resorting to black licorice, if that was what it took.

I especially liked it when he'd give up halfway through and pin me to the couch, kissing me roughly with that mouth I'd grown so fond of. Sometimes it felt like he was trying to commit every inch of me to memory, like if he kissed me enough, I would never fade from his thoughts.

Thinking about him leaving my house, my bed, my life hurt, so I tried not to. To just appreciate this thing between us, no matter how short-lived it would be.

We hadn't talked about our feelings, though. Every time he brought it up, I brushed him off. Everything was so good, and I didn't want to ruin it by talking about the future.

I had to remind myself that no matter how he made me feel when he was so tender and caring with me that this wasn't a relationship.

But October was coming to a close faster than I'd have liked.

So was the month he'd promised me. The town's big Halloween party was only a few days away. Our pumpkins we'd carved were now sitting on my front porch, complete with flickering lights 1 enchanted to never burn out.

Sure, I could have used electric LED candles, but where was the fun in that?

Some nights, we would sit on the porch swing outside as the sun set, hardly speaking a word. It was almost like we didn't need to.

And losing ourselves in each other's bodies every night... I was pretty sure Damien had turned me into some sort of sex demon, because I couldn't get enough of him.

He'd leave me exhausted, totally boneless, and I would fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I grinned, just thinking about whatever he had planned for me tonight. Even as I taught him human things, I was learning new things about myself too my preferences.

How he could key up my body and turn me on with just the faintest of touches.

The whisper of a touch, the brush of his powers against me, or the feeling of his sharp canines brushing against my throat. I shivered at the thought.

"You look smitten," Luna murmured as I spun into the kitchen.

"What?" I came to a stop, attempting not to drop my armful of dishes that I'd brought with me, using my free time to tidy up the front of the bakery. Were my cheeks pink? "N-no." How vehemently could I deny it?

Especially when it was true.

Okay, I was smitten. Too smitten. It was a problem. "I... I like him, okay?" I dropped my shoulders in defeat as I dumped the dirty pitchers and spoons into the sink. "It's never been like this for me before."