He gives her more control

He stepped closer, chest brushing hers now—just enough contact to tease, to promise, but not deliver. His voice, when it came, was low and curling, the sound of smoke winding through candlelight.

“You’ve had a taste of control,” he said. “Now let me show you what it feels like when that control… slips.”

His fingers reached for the journal again—without hesitation this time—and flipped it open to a blank page. The air thickened, the shadows of the room trembling subtly around them.

“Write this,” he murmured, placing the pen gently in her hand. “When I say their name, they’ll feel only pleasure.”

Lila hesitated. Her pulse thundered in her ears. She glanced at him, unsure.

“And whose name do I write?” she asked, throat dry.

The incubus leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “Mine.”

Her breath caught. That wasn’t what she expected.

“You want to see the rules bend?” he purred. “You want to feel how dangerous this can be? Write it, little sorceress. Make me yours.”

Her hand trembled—just a flicker—but the ink spilled easily across the page.

When I say his name, he’ll feel only pleasure.

The moment the ink dried, the room shuddered. The candle flames danced violently, shadows writhing against the walls. The incubus drew a sharp breath, one hand pressing briefly to his abdomen as though he’d just been struck—not in pain, but in shock.

Lila looked up.

“Say it,” he rasped, his voice already strained. “Say my name.”

She hesitated—then whispered it, soft and uncertain. “Kael.”

He shuddered—eyes slamming shut, jaw clenched, the moan that tore from his throat half-choked and raw. His knees buckled slightly as he gripped the edge of the desk behind her, chest heaving, every muscle pulled taut as though he were barely holding himself together.

“Oh… gods—” he hissed through his teeth, his hips rolling forward against nothing, his cock straining visibly through the fabric of his pants. “You—have no idea…”

Lila stepped back, lips parting as she watched him unravel. That was real. Her heart thundered. Her sex pulsed with aching heat. The power buzzed under her skin like electricity in water.

He looked up at her—eyes glazed, lips parted, every breath a ragged moan. “Again,” he begged, voice wrecked. “Say it again.”

Her mouth curved into a smile.

“Kael.”

This time, he groaned—loud, broken, erotic—a sound that punched through the room like a climax, like surrender. His head dropped forward as his body trembled under the weight of it. His knuckles were white on the desk.

“That’s the danger,” he gasped, barely able to lift his head. “Even an incubus can be tamed.”

Lila’s eyes burned with delight. “You’ll give me every secret,” she whispered, stepping close enough to ghost her lips over his. “Because now I know the truth.”

He looked up, dazed, lips twitching.

“What truth?” he breathed.

“You want to be used.”