Seduce Me

♡silk ties and late nights♡

I don't know what made it become a thing between me and him, but it was something I both relished and became anxious over. I would spend hours sitting in my college lecture hall imagining what would happen when I returned home that day. The agonizing feeling of being left in the dark fueled a masochistic flame in my stomach.

I despised this feeling. I beyond loathed it. At the same time, I melted into it.

Time could never go fast enough for me when I felt like this. Each second became a minute in my mind. The hours put me through torture. Had I become addicted? Had I finally adapted to the situation I was in?

Yes.

I was madly in love with a demon; an incubus. I was practically obsessed with him and I didn't care about the consequences. He would feed from my sexual energy and I would constantly rock when I desired to be rocked in bed. He always knew when I needed him and always managed to pleasure me more than I could ever imagine him to.

Just thinking about him ignited a fire in my core, warming my body in an insatiable desire. The memory of his kisses on my skin made a shudder run down my spine in pure ecstasy. The marks he left on my skin gently pulsed, reminding me of his lips and tongue. Thank God that they were hidden underneath my clothes. Every time my eyes would close, I saw flashes of our nights together; him holding me, kissing me, touching me, pleasuring me, making love to me.

I needed him badly.

I practically ran like a bat out of hell when my shift finally ended for me. I let the world zip past me as I headed home, trying to get from point A to point B as fast as I could. I didn't care about what was going on around me. I needed to get home.

I practically burst through the front doors of the mansion, letting my carnal desire take hold of me.

"James!" I called out, letting a large red blush run across my cheeks. Nothing. No answer whatsoever which sent an unwanted chill down my flushed skin. What was wrong with me? Why was I so needing? I felt a tight knot in my belly, prodding at my core and making me almost whimper in desire and need. I looked around the lobby, knowing that he'd sense my presence and come.

However, he didn't.

Where was he?

I quickly walked into the dining room. Not there. I walked into the kitchen. Not there. I rushed up into the library. Not. There.

I ran all over the mansion, trying to find him. At last, when I arrived in our room, I found a note on our bed.

'I'll be home late today; important meeting with business partners. I'll try to get out of it earlier. If an emergency occurs, you know what to do. -James.'

I felt the animal in my core growl angrily. Really?! I'd have to wait for him?! I know that I had much more control of my libido, but at that moment in time, I was somehow craving; like a drug-addict without their strongest fix. I felt hot and desperate, wanting him to touch me everywhere. Anywhere.

I practically began to laugh at myself. "Wow.. I really have become addicted..." I guess that was the curse of being in love with and incubus. But was my human body really becoming addicted to his touch? It would make sense, but at the same time my heart pounded faster every time his image appeared in my head.

I was in love.

I let out a defeated sigh and sat down on the mattress of my bed. I had to cool down somehow. This meeting was obviously too important for him to enthrall everyone to leave and come back home. I could pleasure myself, but my body wouldn't be satisfied with my touch alone. My heat could only be eased in James's hands. It was pathetic, but it was true.