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in the closet. No sooner has she done this, it disappears from sight. She is quite glad that she doesn’t have to look at it anymore.
    After another shower to wash away the weirdness of her evening, Axelle climbs into bed and falls into a deep sleep filled with dark dreams about Luc that she can’t comprehend.
     
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    Luc watches the little demon bitch sleep. She is a bit restless, but that is to be expected. He wants to touch her, but he cannot have any emotional connection to her. He finds her so beautiful, if he says so himself. He isn’t usually into blondes but Axelle’s body is most pleasing to him and he closes his eyes briefly as he remembers entering her earlier. She was so wet and he wishes he could have enjoyed the act, but his focus was elsewhere. It has to be for this to work.
    She kicks off the covers in her slumber and his eyes go straight to her naked, perfect breasts. Not too big, and not too small. Just the perfect handful he wishes he could handle. But sadly, she isn’t here for his pleasure. No, he will have to seek that elsewhere tonight.
    He just had to come here and see for himself that she is doing okay. He is about to put her through the ringer and her odds aren’t good going on past occurrences.
    “I will leave you now to rest,” he whispers into the darkness of her bedroom and she mumbles something unintelligible in her sleep and tosses herself over again, getting tangled in the sheets. He hopes that he consumes her dreams; he wants to be the first thing she thinks about when she wakes up. It will be easier to draw her back to his residence tonight if she wants to come. She doesn’t have a choice in the matter, but he does so prefer things to be easy. He has had enough demanding, drama-bitches to last him several lifetimes. He wants Axelle to be different, to submit to his whims and to fall for him in a way that will make it impossible for her to fight what is to come her way.
    Luc sighs with regret that he has to leave her now, but the longer he stays here, the less restraint he will have and the last thing he can do is crawl into her bed and show her that sex with him is not the clinical mating they engaged in earlier, but a wild, depraved event that he knows she will delight in.
    If only . Luc sighs again and then vanishes, leaving Axelle alone in her troublesome sleep.
     
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    Axelle awakes the next morning, finding it strange to have slept again. When she is in her true, inky black smudge form, she doesn’t sleep, she doesn’t eat, she doesn’t do much of anything, because she has no need to. But, as soon as she is given a human form, all the human behaviors lock into place as if imprinted.
    She gets up and wanders into the kitchen for something to eat. Everything in her kitchen is below the standard of the delicious meal she was served last night, so she snubs it all with a sneer. She feels a slight chill go over her and she looks over her shoulder, but of course there is no one there. She shakes her head to get rid of the feeling she is being watched and ruminates on her encounter last night. It was so far beyond strange, even for her tastes. One thing she can’t deny is that it was worth it. Not the sex, that was just plain boring, but the experience of it. Axelle isn’t naïve enough to assume she is special because she banged the Devil. He no doubt takes a new bitch, or three, every night, but there was something about it that she can’t quite put her finger on. Had it been a crazy night of euphoric animal sex, she wouldn’t be so inclined to think it would ever happen again. The fact that it was so dispassionate and boring, to the point of being clinical, that makes her brain work overtime to figure out. She is sure that he is going to invite her back and that she is certain is a little bit special.
    With a renewed sense of vigor, Axelle showers and gets dressed for work in her dull, gray, skirt suit and sensible heels, taking on all the mores of human existence