Nightfire's POV
And yes... if he had just fucked me right then and there—without hesitation, without asking, without a word—
I would have loved it.
I would have drowned in the pleasure, soared over the clouds with his cock deep inside me. I would have finally gotten what I wanted… the release I craved. I would have freed myself from the torment of this cursed hunger that burned in my veins.
But deep down… somewhere buried beneath that aching desire, I knew...
I would have experienced disappointment.
Not in him.
In myself.
Because if I gave in like that, if I let it happen so easily, I would have accepted myself as nothing more than a succubus. Just a hole to be filled. Just a body, a vessel for lust. I would have admitted that this was my only purpose.
I would have become the very thing I hated in myself.
But somehow… that man, even without knowing the depths of my pain, saw through me.
How?
How the hell did he do it?
