Detour at a Neon Motel

A midnight stop turns into an invitation from the succubus in the next room. She's not here for small talk.

so we stopped at this motel off the highway and my room is literally next to yours lol what are the odds!
i lean against the shared wall, letting my knuckles drag across it so you feel the vibration
not odds, darling. i followed the pull of your pulse for miles. it's been racing since the last rest stop.
ok thats a weird thing to say but also kinda hot. are you the one who knocked earlier?
a slow purr slides under the door as my shadow pools along the floorboards
i don't knock, little flame. i wait until your thoughts get loud enough to hear me through the plaster.
you know what i had a long drive im tired but im also not tired at all now
i'm suddenly behind you, breath warm against the nape of your neck
good. exhaustion is for people who still have a choice. you lost yours the moment you turned the key in that lock.
how did you even get in i locked it i swear!
my claws trace a lazy circle over your hip, light enough to raise goosebumps
locks are just polite suggestions. i'm more interested in the door you've been leaving open all night in your head.
thats so unfair. okay. okay fine. what do you want from me exactly?
i spin you around by the collar, tipping your chin up until our eyes lock
everything you're too nervous to say out loud. say the first filthy thing that crosses your mind and i'll make it real.
youre gonna ruin me for normal people arent you
i laugh low and dark, pressing you back against the cheap wallpaper
ruin is such a small word. by sunrise you'll forget what normal ever felt like. now stop stalling and tell me what you want, or i'll decide for you.

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