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that wasn’t supposed to be a part of post-coital bliss. But as he slipped out of her, as she felt their combine moisture trickle down the inside of her thigh in a warm rush, the rising panic slipped out of focus and hungry arousal slid into its place. She raked her fingers between her legs, then brought them first to her nose, then to her lips. ‘Oh, my, how we taste together, Finn.’ She repeated the action and brought the offering to his lips.
    His eyelids fluttered, his groan was gut-deep as he lapped and suckled at her fingers, then he kissed her hard on the mouth, the aftertaste of them still on his tongue.
    But this time Jill pulled away. ‘My head, Finn! Jesus, what are you doing to my head? Did you see what I just did? And you just licked my … and I feel …’ The rush of heat that snaked up her spine felt like it would fry her brain. ‘I feel really strange,’ she managed before her knees gave and the world spun around her. But even as Finn lifted her into his arms and carried her to the sofa in his lounge, she felt like she wanted to reach back between her legs again. She wanted to take Finn in her mouth and suckle and slurp until he was heavy and full and ready to burst again, and then she wanted him to thrust back into her, right back where she wanted him, where she needed him. To her horror, she realised that she had just expressed out loud those very thoughts and desires with words she’d never thought would ever come comfortably from her mouth.
    ‘I’d like that too, Jill,’ Finn responded. ‘But not until I’m sure that’s what you want, and not Eleanor.’ He’d barely settled her onto the couch and managed to shove himself back in his jeans before the shakes hit, and she felt like they would break her apart.
    But Finn pulled her into his arms and held her until they let up, then he tugged a blanket from the end of the sofa and placed it around her shoulders.
    ‘Wait here and try to relax.’ He disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of water, which she drank like she had been in the desert for a week.
    He studied her for a long moment, then he heaved a sigh. ‘Jill, what I’m going to tell you won’t be easy to hear, but if you listen to me, if you pay attention, if you listen to yourself, you’ll know that I’m telling the truth.’
    ‘Who’s Eleanor?’ she asked again, feeling rude about being so blunt but not caring much under the circumstances, plus it was still an effort to keep her hands out of her knickers. ‘And what’s she doing inside my head?’
    Finn scooted closer to her and tried to take her hand, but she pulled it away. The look that crossed his face was too swift to read, but he squared his shoulders and sat down, holding her gaze. ‘Jill, Eleanor’s a demon.’
    Jill blinked twice. ‘A what?’
    He shifted and looked rather embarrassed, almost as though she’d just caught him masturbating in public. ‘A demon,’ he repeated. ‘Eleanor’s a demon.’
    Before she could even laugh at the absurdity of Finn’s statement, the voice inside her head said, ‘Honestly, Finn, why do you always insist on using that word “demon” when you know what it makes people in this day and age think? You make me sound like some sort of head-spinning, eye-bulging, pea-soup-vomiting monster or something, and I’m not like that at all, Jill. In fact, there was a time when the word “demon” meant something much nicer. It used to mean deity, divine power, lesser god, guiding spirit, take your pick, no head-spinning, no pea-soup-vomiting. That’s just disgusting.’
    Jill slapped her hand over her mouth, but it was too late. The words had indeed come out of her throat as quickly as they had come into her head. And they definitely weren’t her thoughts. Her views on demons had always been pretty much bog-standard
Exorcist
stuff. Her views on demons! Hell, she didn’t even
have
any views on demons. ‘Oh, Jesus! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! You’re joking,