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“Chastity is the ermine of a woman’s soul.”  – Elizabeth I

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“Mmm.”

Asmodeus moved aside the dark curtain of her hair, leaned forward to kiss the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck.  He inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled, bathing the spot with warm, humid breath.  “You smell … amazing.  Pure.”

Chastity’s eyes fluttered closed for a bare moment before she strengthened her resolve and pulled away.  She turned to face him, her lips curved in a half smile.  “You really have to stop that.”

“Complimenting you?”

She scowled.  “No.  Touching me like that.  Kissing me.”

He smiled slowly.  “Perhaps I cannot help myself.  You’ve enthralled me.”  His eyelids lowered a fraction as he looked at her.

Chastity felt the impact of his hooded gaze as strongly as if he’d touched her again.  She looked away.  “I don’t understand you, Asmodeus.  I’ve made it plain that I’m not available to someone like you.”

He chuckled.  “Ah, love.  There’s available … and then there’s available.”

“I think you should leave.”  He didn’t move, so Chastity walked to the front door and placed her hand pointedly on the knob.  Her voice quivered a little.  “Now, please.”  She turned the handle and started pulling open the door.

Asmodeus shook his head and took two steps closer.  Calm, he reached over her head and braced his hand against the door, pushing it closed again, trapping her in the small space between the wood panel and his body.  “I’ll go, virgin.  What I want from you I’ll not take by force.” 

“It’s the only way you’d ever get it.”  Her words were soft, but strong.  She didn’t look at him.

With deliberate intent, he brushed a few wayward curls from her forehead, then crooked a finger and tucked it under her chin, lifting her face to his.  “You cling to your virtue with a strength borne of fear, pet.  It’s easy for you, when I’m standing here, a physical presence for you to fight.”  He leaned closer, and her eyes widened, then closed when his lips found the curve of her ear, when his voice dropped to a husky whisper.  “You can’t fight me when I’m gone, Chastity.  I’m in your head.  You breathe my name in your sleep.  Each time you look at yourself in the mirror, you find me in your eyes.  I pulse through your veins with each quickened heartbeat, invade your thoughts each time you forget to occupy your mind.  And that feeling that starts in your chest and curls through your belly, that urge that tightens your nipples and warms your sex … that belongs to me, virgin.”

Chastity’s hands tightened into little fists at her sides, but she said nothing.  After a moment, he stepped back and away.  She opened the door, didn’t look at him as he left, then firmly closed it behind him, resting her forehead on the cool, finished wood.

Damn him! she thought, then smiled wryly at the fact that she was wasting her time damning a demon.  The smile faded, though, when the emptiness yawned inside her once more.  She fought the temptation to wrench open the door, to run down the hall and down the stairs to see if she could beat the elevator to the ground floor, to plead with him to come back.  As always, the battle was short.  Purposefully, she pushed such thoughts away and got ready for bed.

Once there, though, blessed sleep eluded.  Chastity groaned.  Every time she relaxed, images of Asmodeus came flooding back.  His hands, large, long-fingered, and strong.  She felt them touching her, and whimpered, then gasped in horror when she realized she’d slid her own hand beneath her nightshirt, cupped a breast in the palm of her hand, had pinched a hardened nipple between her thumb and middle finger.

Worse, she didn’t move it.

“I know you’re there,” she whispered into the darkness, and indeed he was, though not a physical presence.  When she heard nothing, saw nothing, she closed her eyes again, slid her other hand down her stomach and under the lacy band of her panties.  She paused a moment, then spread her legs.   Her fingers found her sex, slipped between the slick folds, and began to move.

And, as he watched Chastity lose her battle with lust, Asmodeus smiled.

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