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Wants of an Incubus
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Diane Ehlers7 ratings, 3.86 average rating, 6 reviews
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“He rolls his head a bit. "I love you Annabelle," he whispers in my ear.
I sigh, "I love you too...."
A buzzing erupts around us. I look over to my phone on my black nightstand. It’s vibrating along the slick surface.
Groaning I say, "It looks like the real world is calling me."
Veering my view back towards Henry, my smile falls when I see that the space he laid in moments ago is now filled with nothing but air. My throat tightens and once again tears well up in my eyes. The buzzing continues ringing in my left ear. My eyes pop open.”
― Wants of an Incubus
I sigh, "I love you too...."
A buzzing erupts around us. I look over to my phone on my black nightstand. It’s vibrating along the slick surface.
Groaning I say, "It looks like the real world is calling me."
Veering my view back towards Henry, my smile falls when I see that the space he laid in moments ago is now filled with nothing but air. My throat tightens and once again tears well up in my eyes. The buzzing continues ringing in my left ear. My eyes pop open.”
― Wants of an Incubus
“Gazing back into his eyes, he smiles and I return the favor. Our foreheads touch and we breathe in the same hot air. His hand grazes my bare hip and I realize that he's got me completely naked. This encourages me to do the same to him. Drawing my hand down his side I slip my fingers under the ripped fabric covering him. I slide it down while pushing him onto his back.
With both hands moving the fabric I’m able to drag it smoothly away from his body. I toss it away. Bracing my hands on either side of his muscled torso I kiss the length of it, heading south. His knees tremble between my legs, rubbing themselves against my thighs. This gets my heart pounding.”
― Wants of an Incubus
With both hands moving the fabric I’m able to drag it smoothly away from his body. I toss it away. Bracing my hands on either side of his muscled torso I kiss the length of it, heading south. His knees tremble between my legs, rubbing themselves against my thighs. This gets my heart pounding.”
― Wants of an Incubus
“Laying on my left side I’m awake, but asleep. In that strange between place, a dream still dancing at the edge of my consciousness.
Awareness prickling at my skin, I’m being watched.
My eyes gaze past my black bookcase and catch sight of him. My almost waking mind counts the thuds of my heart. He’s crawling along the walls. I sink into my bed in fear, trying to hide, disappear.
Naked flesh. Everywhere. Except for the smallest bit of shredded fabric around his groin. But that’s not what scares me. His face is terrifying.
It’s covered, wrapped with white paper, black lettering forming sentences all around as if it were pages from a book. It not only covers his face but strands of dreadlocks standing on end.
He crawls down and over my TV that sits on my dresser. The beast slinks from the TV, to the dresser, to my bed. Then he’s on top of me.”
― Wants of an Incubus
Awareness prickling at my skin, I’m being watched.
My eyes gaze past my black bookcase and catch sight of him. My almost waking mind counts the thuds of my heart. He’s crawling along the walls. I sink into my bed in fear, trying to hide, disappear.
Naked flesh. Everywhere. Except for the smallest bit of shredded fabric around his groin. But that’s not what scares me. His face is terrifying.
It’s covered, wrapped with white paper, black lettering forming sentences all around as if it were pages from a book. It not only covers his face but strands of dreadlocks standing on end.
He crawls down and over my TV that sits on my dresser. The beast slinks from the TV, to the dresser, to my bed. Then he’s on top of me.”
― Wants of an Incubus
