Chapter 26 Chapter 26
Adrianna’s eyes locked onto mine, that post-orgasm glow making her skin flush under the candlelight, her full breasts rising and falling with each controlled breath. The bond between us pulsed with her sated satisfaction mixed with that fiery spark of mischief—she wanted payback, I could feel it, her emotions swirling like a storm of love and lust that made my cock twitch in my slacks. I knew that she would get revenge over the course of the next few days. Just once was not enough for her.
I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers, whispering telepathically, “Do you know how good you taste? Can you taste yourself on me?”
Her green eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at her plump lips, but before she could retort, the waitress returned, carrying another bourbon and a pitcher of water with our entrees balanced on a tray.
The ribeyes arrived steaming, juices pooling on the plates, the scent of seared meat and truffle oil filling the booth. Adrianna shifted slightly, her thighs still trembling from my tongue's assault, and I caught the faint musky hint of her arousal lingering in the air—our little secret hidden in the shadows. The waitress set everything down with practiced efficiency, then paused, her gaze softening as she looked between us.
“You two make such a beautiful couple, like you were made for each other." she said, voice warm and genuine. “You look so deeply in love. How did you meet? If you don't mind me asking.”
Her words hit like a spark, igniting the emotional depth of our bond—years of my devotion crashing against Adrianna’s hard-won trust, now blooming into this tangible night. I felt her curiosity through the link, a tender pull wanting to hear how I would describe our fate meeting, but mischief bubbled up in me instead, the demon in my blood craving to shatter the romance with raw, playful chaos. Grinning wickedly, my red eyes gleaming, I leaned back and blurted it out before Adrianna could stop me.
“She was the one who gave me my colonoscopy. No man can truly help but fall in love with a woman after she sticks her finger up his ass. I tried to fight the feeling, but we were destined to be. When we met again, I learned that she had enjoyed it as much as I did.”
The waitress froze, her cheeks draining of color, mouth parting in stunned silence. The pitcher trembled in her hand, water sloshing slightly as her eyes darted to Adrianna, wide with disbelief. Through our bond, Adrianna’s shock mixed with bubbling amusement, her emotions a whirlwind—embarrassment laced with that fierce pride in owning our unfiltered truth. The waitress finally managed a blink, focusing on Adrianna like she held the key to sanity.
“You... I am sorry, but you look a little too young to be a doctor,” she stammered, voice pitching higher, doubt etching her features as she tried to reconcile the elegant woman before her with the crude tale.
Adrianna smirked, her curvy body shifting closer to me, one hand sliding under the table to squeeze my thigh—hard enough to warn, soft enough to tease. The contact sent a jolt straight to my groin, my cock hardening at her touch, the possessive love in her grip making my heart ache with devotion. She met the waitress's gaze head-on, voice sultry and unapologetic.
“Oh I am, I am actually a stripper. I didn’t even finish high school.”
The waitress's jaw dropped, rendering her utterly speechless. Her face turned beet red, eyes flicking between us like we'd just confessed to summoning demons—which, in my case, wasn't far off. She fumbled with the pitcher, refilling her water glass awkwardly, ice clinking too loudly in the tense silence. Water splashed over the rim of Adrianna’s glass, but she didn't notice, too busy biting her lip to stifle a laugh. The waitress mumbled something incoherent—”Enjoy your meal”—and bolted, her footsteps echoing as she fled back to the kitchen.
The moment she vanished around the corner, Adrianna couldn't hold it in anymore. She burst out laughing, the sound rich and throaty, her full breasts shaking with each peal. It lit up her face, green eyes sparkling with pure joy, and through the bond, her emotions flooded me—delight mixed with that deep affection, the kind that made my demonic soul feel human, vulnerable.
“You asshole,” she gasped between laughs, swatting my arm, but her hand lingered, fingers tracing patterns on my bicep. “A colonoscopy? Really? And I just... I went with the stripper bit. God, her face! She probably thinks we are crazy and have lost our minds.” She doubled over slightly, wiping tears from her eyes, the movement hiking her dress up her thighs, revealing the lace edge of her panties—still damp from my earlier worship.
I chuckled, low and rumbling, pulling her closer until her curves pressed against my side, the heat of her body seeping through our matching green fabrics.
“Her guess would not be that far off. We both are just a little bit crazy. After all you did fall in love with a demon who lived inside your head, and I fell in love with the human I was technically possessing." I murmured, nuzzling her neck, inhaling her jasmine scent laced with the remnants of her cum. Emotions surged between us—my fierce love and loyalty crashing into her teasing independence, building that intimate tension that always led to more. My hand slipped to her thigh, thumb stroking the soft skin below her dress, feeling the tremor of her laughter fade into something hungrier. “Besides, it does not matter to me. Whatever you are, stripper, doctor or even a clown—You belong to me and I will worship every inch of you for eternity.”
Her laughter softened to a sigh, head tilting to expose more of her throat, and I pressed a kiss there, tongue flicking out to taste her salty skin. The bond hummed with her arousal reigniting, pussy clenching at the memory of my mouth on her, and I felt my cock strain fully now, aching to bury inside her tight heat. But this was our date—romance laced with the supernatural edge, body worship simmering beneath the surface. She turned her face to mine, lips brushing my jaw.
“You're lucky I love your beautiful crazy demonic ass,” she whispered, voice husky, green eyes locking with my red ones.
The candle flickered, casting shadows that danced like my invisible form earlier, promising the night held more secrets, more claiming, our passion far from sated as we dug into our meals, forks clinking amid stolen touches and telepathic promises of what's next.