4. Chapter 4 Enzo

Chapter 4: Enzo

Blood rushes to my head, and for a few long moments, the only sound is my heavy panting. I focus on the erotic sight in front of me. Kyvian with his back still arched and his head thrown back in ecstasy, eyes closed. Pools of cum on his chest, and magical tendrils of lust flowing between his open, plush lips.

Our illusion shatters as a single moan breaks the silence. It’s as if the rest of the world comes rushing forth, along with the sounds of others having sex around us. Reality snaps me out of my lust haze, and I sit up.

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Did I just do that?

Murmurs and whispers filter through my foggy brain. Who’s in that booth? Kyvian never singles out just one person. They must be really special. Do you think there’s a monster in that booth or a human?

Dozens of questions swirl around me. But one thing is clear; everyone wants to know who is in my booth. Tucking my still half-hard dick back into my pants, I scramble to get presentable before anyone can see me. I don’t know why I have the sudden urge to flee, but for some reason, it feels like whatever Kyvian and I just shared was meant to be only between us.

Movement catches my eye, and I spot my reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall. It’s then that I spot the large Venetian-style black mask I’m still wearing. My hands trail up to it, fingers tracing the lace and feathers against the hard plaster. The mask has completely hidden my identity.

Embarrassment washes through me. How could I have thought anything I just shared with the lust demon was something special? He couldn’t even see who was behind the mask. If I were to run out onto the dance floor and rip my mask off, Kyvian wouldn’t be able to tell me apart from anyone else.

I don’t even fucking know the guy, and yet the thought makes me sad.

Just as I reach the door, hand poised over the doorknob, I pause. With one last glance over my shoulder, I peer up at the stage just as Kyvian blinks open his pretty, glowing eyes. His gaze searches and finds mine immediately. For a moment, he seems affected, as if this was as life-altering for him as it was for me.

Rising gracefully, he retrieves his cloak, wraps it around himself, and ignores his corset and the mess he made.

Kyvian purses his lips. A hint of concern shows in his eyes.

I bark out a laugh. There’s no way the demon is worried about me. I mean, what did he do? Aside from giving me the best orgasm of my life without even touching me, anyway.

Kyvian takes a step toward me, but I shake my head, causing him to hesitate. With one final look, I turn the doorknob and walk out of the room, ignoring the devastated look on his face I must surely be imagining.

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