Tamara.
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My legs trembled as I rose up. The tingling sensation of cumming still coursed through my body.
“So where is the contract?” I asked. “You’re now my servant.”
The left corner of the demon’s lips tilted upward, a smile—one I couldn’t read fleshing out.
“Aren’t you in a hurry, little love?” His c**k was still out, and a little thread of sperm was still oozing out and dropped onto the floor.
I wondered if he was still cumming. Did climax last longer in his species? After all, he was stronger, faster. It would make sense if the climax were longer and more intense for them.
My chest knotted. And for a moment I wished I were a demon.
Immediately the thought slid in, and I hissed. What the f**k. Wishing to be a demon just because of s*x?
The demon cleared his throat, his smil
