She's been thinking about someone. She's got someone on her mind. He drifts languidly in the open spaces of her idle thoughts. Pressure urges between her thighs and a rush of heated demon blood swells her cheeks. She cannot place a name for this trespasser, but her body revs at the flirtatious temptations that come and go like fleeting moments of clarity as though it were the moment one is aware of the dream until moments before waking into cold, unforgiving consciousness.
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