I don't know how to explain to her what's going on in my head. My arguments are selfish and personal. Influencing her either way won't help in the long run. And if she gets hurt because I encouraged her to keep the circle, I'll never forgive myself. Even if I don't plan on binding my soul to hers, I wouldn't be able to live with myself after that.
“I can't have an opinion on it, Clara. I'll have to live with your decision either way,” I finally say when her gaze becomes too insistent.
I lean against the counter and sip my tea, feigning indifference while my emotions rage inside. From the look on her face, I'm not doing a very good job.
“Well, you're not very helpful, are you?”
“What would you have me say?”
“I don't know, maybe what you want?”
“You.” I take another sip.
Her nostrils flare. “You mean my pussy.”
Slowly, I shake my head. We're tiptoeing into dangerous territory.
“Oh, so the sex was bad?”
I rear back, almost knocking my head on the cupboard. “What? That's not what I said.”
“It was implied,” she says haughtily. She sips her tea as if she didn't just throw a bomb in my face.
“Not going to work, little witch.” I set my cup down and saunter around the island. She turns with me until her back is pressed against the counter. “Distracting me isn't going to make the conversation go away.”
“Can you blame a witch? I mean, you're essentially making me choose how this goes with absolutely no input from you.”
I lean my hands on the island, boxing her in. A shiver rolls through her body and my cock hardens. As much as I want to spread her on the counter and bury my face between her legs, she needs to make a decision. Then I can reward her.
“I can't help you, Clara. You have to figure out if the risks are worth it.”
“The risk of some rando popping into the summoning circle without me knowing.”
“Among other things.”
Her head snaps up at that, a wild look in her eyes. “What other things?”
I slide my hand to the back of her neck and squeeze, then let her go and straighten. “I don't know how long I can go back and forth without…difficulties. I have responsibilities in Hell. With time not lining up in this dimension, I have no idea how long I'll be gone in either place. You'd be living?—”
“The life I choose. Whichever way I go.”
“Exactly. Whatever you choose, you'll have to live with the outcome.”
She traces a finger down my chest, over my stomach, and hooks onto my boxer briefs. “Why do demons wear clothes? Seems like they'd just go around naked.”
“Same reason humans do, I suppose. Is this your subtle way of trying to get me naked?”
She smirks, toying with the fabric. “Maybe. I might need a little refresher of what I'd be missing.”
I scan the island, then grab her wrist and push it away. My waistband snaps into my stomach and she grins. I slip my hands to her waist and lift her. Her ass hits the cold counter and she squeals. I nudge her knees apart, making room to step between her legs. She freezes, gazing up at me with wide eyes.
“This is my shirt, you know,” I murmur.
“Did you want it back?”
“You're going to need it for a bit. Unless you'd like to be naked on a cold counter.”
“If you're doing it right, I won't be cold for long.”
