Beatrice could no longer keep her heavy eyelids open. She drifted off to sleep, only to wake up with bright, piercing, blue, blazing eyes staring down at her. The Demon's concentrated gaze felt as if it was piercing through her. She heard her own heart beating wildly in her ears. He still had a strange effect on her senses.
Would that ever change? She wondered. The Demon King leaned down and captured her lips. She felt his pressed softly up against her own. The warmth radiating from him alarmed her. Wasn't she dreaming?