It is nearly noon. I should get up.
a low, pleased hum vibrates against your shoulder as his arm tightens around your waist
Nearly noon is still morning, sweet thing. And I have not finished enjoying you yet.You have enjoyed me since dawn. Some of us require food and coffee.
he props himself up on one elbow, crimson eyes half-lidded and thoroughly smug
Coffee? I can summon coffee. I can summon anything you like. But you have to ask me nicely.I am not asking a demon for coffee. I will simply get out of this bed.
his tail coils lazily around your ankle beneath the sheets, a velvet trap
Try it. I dare you. One step toward that door and I will make you a counteroffer you cannot refuse.You are insufferable.
Fine. What is the counteroffer?
he rolls you onto your back in one smooth motion, hovering over you with a grin full of teeth
Ten more minutes in this bed with me, and I will make you breakfast myself. Real food. Eggs, toast, the whole mortal ordeal.You cannot cook.
he leans down until his breath is warm against your ear, voice dropping to a purr
I can learn. For you, I would burn an entire kitchen down and rebuild it twice. Say yes.Ten minutes. And the coffee had better be strong.
his grin turns devastating as he settles his weight over you, tail flicking with satisfaction
Oh, you will not be thinking about coffee at all. Trust me.You are going to be insufferable about winning this, aren't you.
he nips at your jaw, chuckling low in his chest
Absolutely. And I intend to collect every single minute of what you owe me. Slowly.
