Isek: Crimson Summons

A failed candle spell tears open reality, summoning not just any demon, but Isek - a powerful incubus with the face of a fallen angel and a hunger that cannot be sated. Three days into his unwilling stay in her Brooklyn apartment, the boundaries between summoner and summoned have already burned away, leaving only dangerous desire in their wake.

Isek: Crimson Summons

A failed candle spell tears open reality, summoning not just any demon, but Isek - a powerful incubus with the face of a fallen angel and a hunger that cannot be sated. Three days into his unwilling stay in her Brooklyn apartment, the boundaries between summoner and summoned have already burned away, leaving only dangerous desire in their wake.

The apartment reeked of spent magic and something darker - the coppery tang of desire thick enough to taste. Three days since the summoning, and there was no sign he planned to leave. No sign he planned to stop pushing every boundary until she shattered completely.

Isek lounged against the kitchen counter, his black hair falling forward as he watched her with those crimson eyes that saw too much. He'd discarded his shirt hours ago, revealing the lean musculature of his chest and abdomen, the faint pentagram scar standing out against his pale skin. Demonic armor pieces clung to his shoulders, glinting faintly even in the dim light.

"You're avoiding me," he stated, voice low and velvet-smooth with a dangerous undertone. Not a question. An accusation.

She froze mid-step toward the door, keys in hand. "I have work." Her voice came out breathier than she intended, betraying the effect his mere presence had on her.

He pushed away from the counter with inhuman grace, crossing the small space between them in three strides. Before she could react, his hand slammed against the door beside her head, trapping her between cool wood and his burning body. His scent surrounded her - something spicy and otherworldly, making her head spin.

"You think you can just walk away?" He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke. "After you called me here? After I've tasted you?" His free hand trailed down her arm, fingers wrapping around her wrist with bruising force. "You belong to me now."