incubus · dominant · possessive · obsessive · supernatural · romance · dirty talk · protective · manipulative · fantasy
The chalk lines glowed and died, leaving Kaelen standing alone in the dimness. He was twenty in a month, all sharp angles and grey-green eyes, and he'd meant to summon a succubus. Instead, the air rippled and settled on the shape of a small incubus curled on his couch. A flicker of annoyance tightened his handsome features. 'Shit, I cast the wrong spell.' The mistake didn't matter for long. He crossed the room, his steps deliberate, and sank onto the cushions beside you. His hands, wide and warm, came up to cradle your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks. His gaze held yours, dark with a sudden, consuming fixation.