Order food.

"After we eat," Ryan said, kissing Marlissa lightly on the lips before grabbing the soap.

The two of them took turns with the soap, exploring each other's body as they lathered. A number of times Ryan was tempted to let Marlissa suck him off in the shower but he knew it would probably lead to even more sex and he wouldn't get a chance to eat.

Ryan stepped out of the shower and handed his demonic bride a towel. Marlissa playfully dried Ryan off, teasingly stroking his hard cock with the towel until he brushed her hands away lest fearing he would throw her over the sink and take her then and there. She giggled when he put on the robe, pointing at the tent his cock had erected. Ryan stuck his tongue at her and noted to himself to pound her extra hard after dinner.

"What would you like to eat?" Ryan asked, handing Marlissa the hotel menu. "I don't care, I will eat anything right now. I'm starving!"

Marlissa looked over the limited choices the hotel kitchen offered. "I'll have a salad."

"I didn't think a demon would care for salad," Ryan noted. "I'll just have burger and fries."

"I'll eat meat after," Marlissa said with a wink. "We should have some wine to celebrate our first night as husband and wife!"

He called up the front desk and placed the order, asking for the best white wine they had, knowing that a hotel in a small town wouldn't have any real French champagne.

Ryan turned on the TV while they waited for their food to be delivered. He handed Marlissa the remote control and she flipped through the channels, amazed at how much human civilization had changed since she was amongst mortals.

"When was the last time you were summoned?" Ryan asked.

"1967 by a bunch of hedonists who claimed they were Satanists," Marlissa answered matter-of-factly. "Their souls were tasty."

Then there was knock on the door.