Lilith

Alyssa Bounty wanted more. Not just money or looks or the cheap thrills the world kept selling. She wanted out. So she called a demon. Lilith Amirah Adara answered. No thunderclap. No smoke. Just heat sliding under her skin when the demon touched her. Touched everything. They made the deal straight: Lilith would keep her young, rich, untouchable. All Alyssa had to do was hand over her soul. Virgin soul. She said yes before her voice even caught up. Lilith pushed her onto the bed, lips already on hers, hungry, slow. Then lower. Tasting the slick heat between her legs like she’d waited centuries for it. Alyssa came hard, thighs shaking, toes curling. Lilith wasn’t done. She sucked each tiny foot, tongue dragging between toes, claiming her inch by inch. Alyssa never expected it to feel like this. Filthy. Perfect. She wanted more. Needed it. So Lilith let her have it—let that soul-licked tongue work between her own legs, then forced Alyssa’s mouth to her feet in worship. They twisted into a sixty-nine, mouths locked on wet flesh, grinding and gasping like nothing human could ever reach this deep. Two lonely things devouring each other. When the fire finally burned through, Lilith tore Alyssa’s soul free and dragged it straight to a witch waiting in the dark.