Please welcome my guest blogger today, Naomi Clark with DARK DAYS.
"The ley line made you sick."
"I'm getting desperate."
Tristesse shifted her position so she could free Lola's hair from the messy bun she'd piled it in. "I would happily teach you ley line magic. It's been a long time since I had an apprentice. But the experience did make you very sick."
"Protecting me again?" Lola pulled a face at her.
Tristesse tangled her hands in Lola's hair, smiling. "A dead apprentice is useless to me."
Lola took her hand, weaving her fingers through Tristesse's. "I want you to teach me." Her first and last experience with the power of the ley line had been awful, but the potential there, the power flowing all around her, just out of reach... Not a day had passed without her thinking about it. Maybe once you were used to it, the sickness went away. Maybe it was like adjusting to a high altitude or something. Nobody ever learned anything valuable without a little suffering, after all.
Instead of answering, Tristesse pushed her over so she lay on her back. The demon straddled her, pinning her to the sofa and leaning down to kiss her. This time she wasn't soft or sweet, and Lola gasped, arching her body up to meet Tristesse's instinctively. Tristesse deepened the kiss, pushing her hips down to pin Lola's lower body as well, and a swell of lust rose in Lola, sweeping everything else away.
It was annoying, how easily Tristesse could turn her on and distract her. It left her aching for more, and she had no idea how much Tristesse could give her.
Tristesse broke the kiss but nipped Lola's throat with a playful growl, making Lola squeak. "I'm a demanding teacher," Tristesse warned her.
"But I'm an excellent student." Lola freed her hands and draped them around Tristesse's neck, pulling her back for another kiss. "How soon can we start?"
Tristesse slid her hand under Lola's thin hoodie, tracing the curve of her breast through her bra. "Seems like we already have."
Her touch sent shivers of need through Lola, and her brazen invitation was almost too good to resist. The only thing holding Lola back was a reluctant sense of urgency. There were so many things to do, especially now she'd agreed to go to the Choir meeting tomorrow night. She could easily waste a few hours, even a whole day, rolling around on the sofa with Tristesse, but that wouldn't pay her bills or help her clients or find Yvette. More's the pity.
With a sigh, she wriggled out from under her. "Hold that thought. Let's go paint shopping."
About the Author
Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she's hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.