A rough teaser from A Demon and her Scot

Up came the hem of her toga as his hands roamed, caressing and igniting every nerve ending she possessed. The g-string she’d worn made him pause as his fingers skimmed over it.

“What’s this? What happened to your usual attire? Or should I say lack of?”

She laughed. “Don’t you like it?”

“Yes,” he murmured snapping the elastic, the sharp pinch making her jump. “But again, why?”

“Because,” she whispered in his ear. “I had a fantasy of you taking it off with your teeth.”

And she had. But even her vivid imagination couldn’t have imagined the erotic reality of it. He spun her so her back pressed against the door. His hands bracketed either side of her hips to keep his weight holding it shut. Then with his lips and teeth alone, he nudged his way up her toga, the rough edge of his unshaven jaw tickling the skin of her thigh. From under the fabric, he paused, then chuckled, “What’s this? A gun?”

“Shotgun,” she corrected. “For the times when just an axe won’t do.” A short barreled, pump action, acid pellet toy which she’d thought to bring along when she quickly hit her apartment to change before joining her Scot on his golfing lesson with Lucifer.

“Ye are just full of surprises,” he murmured kissing the skin in between the holster straps.

“I’d rather be full of you.”

I hope you enjoyed this teasing snack. Coming in August, a brand new Welcome to Hell story. A Demon and her Scot.