She only wanted one last spicy selfie before bed.
Lights low, lace on, that new choker hugging her throat like a promise.
The second the flash hit, the mirror in her monitor cracked like thunder and he stepped through massive, ancient, dripping raw power and purple lightning.
Horns scraping the ceiling, fangs glistening, one clawed hand hovering just above her shoulder like he owned her already.
Instead of screaming, she arched harder, lips parted, daring him.
Now the demonβs addicted, sheβs wet with thrill, and neither of them is sleeping tonight.
Sweet nightmares, my loves!
Sweet, filthy nightmares...