She watched as he ran his fingers through her hair, feeling the strands slip between them. "You have very beautiful hair, little witch," he murmured.
His words sent a jolt of electric heat racing through her body, settling low in her belly. She clenched her thighs together instinctively, trying to steady herself.
His fingers trailed from her shoulder down her exposed arm—featherlight, deliberate. She wasn't wearing her gloves anymore, and his touch against her bare skin sent another wave of shivers through her spine.
Lilith could tell he was being careful, as if afraid to hurt her. That realization warmed her heart in a way she didn't expect. She bit her lower lip to suppress the sound rising in her throat as his touches grew bolder, more confident.
Perhaps, the magic used in breaking the curse must also have been the reason why he was able to touch her. Without the demon's constant whispering and interfering with his thoughts, he was able to have better control over his powers.
