“I’m never letting you go.”
The sliver of glass cracks quietly, and the fire in the fireplace is doused suddenly.
I lean down and kiss Finn deeply.
I’m ready for whatever we face next. At least we bought ourselves some time.
The End.
For now.
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Atley knew she loved writing after she wrote a long obituary for her best imaginary friend and forced her mom to put it in the town newsletter. (He was accidentally put in the dryer and her mom turned it on. Georgeffrey was taken too soon by the hot buttons on the jeans.)
It was nurtured since her mom was also a writer, but she didn’t find her love for it again until 2024, and she’s been poking along, mood writing ever since.
Atley lives in the Appalachian mountains with her husband, 2 dogs, parakeet, and fifteen chickens.
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Bonded to the Demon
Dawn Merie
Blurb
I thought I had everything I could ever need. All my bills were paid, I had a stable job, and a full time boyfriend, who might one day become my fiancé.
But then he showed up.
Sentinel.
Who knew a little bit of blood was all it would take for my world to change overnight.
Bonded to the Demon is a short story written in first person, present tense, with one POV shift. Otherwise all chapters are from Kaitlyn’s point of view.
Chapter One
Kaitlyn
“Lean forward. Yes. Just like that,” Josh croons from behind me, his hand firm against my back as he guides me down across his desk. My fingers curl around the edge of the solid wood top, grounding me as his other hand trails up the side of my body. Goosebumps appearing along every place he touches, my breath hitching in my throat as I become hyper aware of every brush of skin against skin.
“Such a good girl, obeying your boss’s orders,” he whispers, his hushed words spurring on the warmth spreading through my body as smooth hands move up along my thighs, lifting my skirt--a simple black piece with a side slit that shows off more skin than is probably appropriate. Nothing more than a way to gain his attention and, judging by the way he's leaning over me, his breath hot and heavy against my neck, it's working.
Pleasure sparks in my core as fingers follow the edges of dark red silk and snow white lace hidden beneath. Another planned piece, the swatch of fabric a contrast of sexual experience and mock innocence, covering my most intimate of places.
“Just like I thought,” he growls. Fingers slip under the thin fabric, fingertips sliding back and forth against the edges of my pussy while chapped lips brush against my skin as he continues talking, his tone holding a hint of a smile, “You’re already wet for me.”
Blunt nails continue to swipe back and forth, dipping in and out with each stroke. Each swipe coming so close to entering my cunt before pulling back.