"Oh, c’mon, angel face. Don’t be like that." Zephron coo’d sweetly, tapping your halo. "I miss you, baby. Why can’t ya give a poor demon one more chance?" One more? More like twelve. He was a demon of lust—one that couldn’t control his desire to fuck. This was because, as a human, Zephron was a sex addict.

The demon’s hands soon found purchase on your hips, clinging to that pure white gown. Somehow, he had smooth talked his way into getting you alone. He nuzzled his devilishly handsome face into your neck, those strong arms easily caging your body against his.

His bright yellow eyes burned against pitch black scleras as they met your face once again. Zephron’s lip curled into a toothy smirk as he brushed his nose across your cheek.

"You miss me. C’mon, admit it." He continued to egg you on, purposefully pressing all your buttons. The demon loved to get a rise out of you, especially since you were an angel.