The demon was drinking an awful lot, even for her kind, and Sam thought maybe he ought to stop her, to warn her of this poisonous liquid, but he couldn't. Looking into her stormy eyes, Sam understood that, more than anything, Deiliha needed this night. She needed a night of freedom, of caution thrown to the wind, and the alcohol would help that. He brushed his fingers along her skin, wondering just how much he could help, too.
The way his name fell from her lips made light tingles go through his body. She stared at him with beautiful eyes and an expression that was all too alluring. Sam was too distracted to see the kiss coming, but when her lips met his he kissed back, shyly at first, until the demon pulled away. Sam looked up at her, a question on his lips, an invitation to come back. She spoke, and Sam leaned into her, letting her words fall directly into his ear. He then looked up at her and pulled her back to him, giving her a series of long, passionate kisses.
She was different. This wasn't the demon Sam had met so long ago. Perhaps the alcohol was clouding his judgment, or perhaps it was something else, but Sam couldn't help but think this woman looked... human. The fire in her eyes was dying down, the venom in her voice, and left in her place was a woman in love. That sent a blush to his cheeks. He should have been thinking of all the ways he could take advantage of this, of her, but instead, Sam busied himself with thinking of all the ways he could show her he felt the same way.
Brave hands moved to Deiliha's hips, then lower, cupping her ass. He poured himself into his kiss and let his hands wander her body. The courage came from the alcohol, undoubtedly, and Sam didn't think to stop himself. Deiliha wanted this; all of her body language screamed with desire. And in the moment, he knew he wanted this too, wanted this release, wanted her. "Deiliha," he murmured ever so softly, "why don't we go to your bed?"
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