The Summoned Demon: 6. The Hunger Deepens

It began with the ache.

Mara woke up in the middle of the night, body drenched in sweat, her sheets twisted tight around her legs. Her nipples were hard, her thighs slick. For a few blissful seconds, she thought she’d simply had another dream. But when she reached between her legs, she found herself wet to the point of dripping, her clit throbbing like it was screaming for attention.

She bit her lip and tried to ignore it. Rolled over. Pressed a pillow between her thighs. But the hunger only grew sharper, hotter, crawling beneath her skin like fire ants.

Her hand moved without permission. Fingers sliding down, slipping through the wet heat between her thighs. She visualized him as she touched herself, imagining he was there with her, that it was his hands and not hers that was fingering her, she imagined his mouth buried in her heat, making her crazy with want. Then she imagined his mouth clasped on her hard and sore nipples, teasing, pulling, kneading, caressing w