Why was she even in this mess in the first place.
'I-it's my succubi side. Not me. Definitely not me at all.'
She clung to that excuse like a drowning woman to driftwood. If she'd been fully in control, none of that night would have happened.
Not a single second of it. The succubi bloodline was the real problem—overpowering, addictive, pushing her in directions she didn't want to go.
'Yeah. That was it. Not me at all.'
Rae finally came to a stop beside her. He had grown from all the leveling, bulked up, filling more space than before.
He was now standing face to face with her mid-back.
But even then his eyes stayed glued to her enormous backside, the way it pushed out against the thin, simple tunic she wore, stretching the fabric just enough to make his throat tighten.
"Slurp~~"
He slurped his lips slowly, deliberately.
His tongue flicked over the corner of his mouth like a man tasting a secret. Of course she heard it. Felt it.
"Mmm~"
