“Be back soon, I promise!”
That was the last thing Miatakan said before she left Cassiel alone in his cold, stone cell again. The sneaky Succubus hadn’t even bothered to get dressed again after their passionate (and angry, on his end) fuck session just minutes earlier.
She had seduced him against his better judgement, convinced him, an angel in the army of God, to sleep with the enemy. He had fallen prey to her wry sarcasm, physical beauty, and unbeknownst to him, a touch of seductive magic.
Now he was sitting alone, handcuffed to an uncomfortable metal chair, waiting around. He wasn’t sure what he would do if or when Mia came back. One half of him wanted to strangle her, to get revenge and try to set things somewhat right, but the other half of him wanted to feel her arms wrapped around him again, to hear her screams of pleasure as he forced her to orgasm harder than she had in millennia.
With this battle raging in his head, he sat and waited. There was no way of telling time in the small cell, but it felt like hours before the male demon that had been assigned to guard his cell came in with some food.