"No."
"Yes."
I sighed dramatically. "Alright, fine. If you can stay awake for five minutes after we get in bed, you can feed from me."
He gave me a dirty look in the mirror. "That's low."
"It's reasonable. And if you fall asleep early, you can wake me up at any point in the night to fuck me if you're too hungry to sleep."
Grayson kissed my throat again, taking his time to suck lightly on the sensitive skin. "You drive a hard bargain."
"Somehow, not as hard as your cock." I pressed my ass lightly against his erection.
"You don'treallywant me to go to sleep without feeding from you." He nipped at my throat, where he had kissed it a few moments earlier.
"Correct." I wanted him. Always. "But your well-being is more important than what I want."
"I'll sleep better if you let me feed from you."
"Get in bed while I dry my hair a little, so the chill of it doesn't keep me awake. If you're still up when I'm done, we'll fuck."
He studied me like he was deciding if I was just trying to get out of it.
I wasn't.
I just genuinely didn't think he could stay awake.
And I wanted him, but I wanted him healthy even more.
"Fine." He squeezed my hip lightly. "Dry your hair. I'll get comfortable."
"It's okay if you fall asleep."
"I'm not going to fall asleep."
"Mmhm."
He tilted my head back and kissed me before he padded over to the bed.
It only took a few minutes to dry my hair, and I put zero effort into making it look nice. By the time I was done, I could already hear my demon snoring.
My lips curved gently as I walked to the bed and slipped beneath the blankets. Grayson's bare body pressed against mine as he unconsciously pulled me closer, and a soft, contented breath escaped me.
I'd never thought I would have this.
Now that I did, I never wanted to let it go.
I was up before Grayson,so I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and worked from the bed for another two hours or so before he finally started to wake up.
He dragged me closer, pulling my ass harder against his erection with a low, gravelly sound that made my lips curve.
His lips brushed my throat, and his hand slid over my stomach. I slid his fingers between my thighs, and he groaned into my hair as he dragged them over my slick center.
"You're already fucking soaked for me, Love."
"I'm going to pretend it's your magic's fault," I murmured.
He chuckled, and stroked my clit lightly.
