Chapter 57. Fingers... or Lips?

Abigail’s POV

“I won’t keep repeating myself, Red; Answer first time in future- Last warning.” The commanding tone of his voice alone was enough to make my knees weak. I was a stubborn creature enjoying taunting him and fighting his need for control, but I could hear in his voice I had pushed enough- for now.

I would answer, but I wasn’t lying earlier. I didn’t know what I wanted from him. Obviously, I had kissed a boy or two growing up, but I hadn’t taken things further, my mother’s trauma constantly weighing heavy on me. I never wanted to put myself in the same boat as her- letting the wrong person in and ending up a puddle of anxiety and fear!

Nevertheless, here I was, pinned to a wall by a demon; what was worse than the heat I felt furiously scorching between my thighs because of his touch was the knowledge I was more worried he his hands would stop their wild rampage, his tongue would cease its invasion of my mouth, and I would never again feel this ali