His mouth opened and his tongue extended, reaching out for that delightfully tasty spot between her legs. He lay his head down against her chest, listening for her heart beat. XXX He could tell because as she gradually slipped further and further toward the dream realm, he felt his power over her growing. Her nightgown reappeared in the same way it had vanished earlier. With surprising gentleness for a demon of the night, he stroked her thigh, running his hands from her hip to the inside of her leg and back again. He sought out the hole within the folds of her womanhood and pressed his tongue in, tasting the ecstasy of her excitement. The demon was made for one purpose, and one purpose only: to creep into the beds of
