@D4MNEDBL00D Shoulders slumped and her head ducked. “Both,” she felt violated and embarrassed, a failure in the highest regard.
Her mother would be ashamed. “I couldn’t save her. . .” The girl she had been called to help, passed in terror.
Mud drenched hands clutch the wooden handle of the shovel tighter as she plunges it into the earth.
Rain soaked tendrils blurred her vision but didn’t slow her. One grave down, two to go. . .
A sweet gasp of pleasured surprise left her as she turned to face the demon. She was pulling him closer between her legs.
“And the dead body doesn’t phase you?” She teased, her own teeth finding his hip bone with a fleeting nip.
Finger curled in the waist band of his trousers, keeping him close to her. “I think you know exactly what you are doing, Caeleth.” His name rolled like honey off her tongue, the sweetest hymn she could sing. “If you wanted me so dearly, you could have just said so.”
Something fluttered within her at those two simple words, her head tilting backwards to finally look at him. “Mm, you’re distracting, you know that?” Not that she minded, a break from the mundane daily tasks was much welcomed.