Her Truth-Sight said something.
She closed her eyes.
Raven leaned down to her ear.
"A sex demon," he said pleasantly, "does not merely arouse. He 'invades.'"
She trembled. Her whole body trembled, her thick thighs pressing together over the soaked cotton of her bunched panty.
"Every inch of your skin," he continued, his lips brushing her earlobe, "becomes a nerve. Every point of contact conducts directly to that wet little cunt of yours. You are not choosing to respond." His hand flattened against her lower belly, over her dress, pressing inward — not low, not yet, just the pressure of his palm against her abdomen, the deep internal organs registering it and clenching. "Your body is simply 'behaving correctly' in the presence of its stimulus."
"Unh—" The sound she made was humiliated and involuntary. "I — I don't — I cannot — wait—"
His hand dropped.
