Ugh, another day of pretending I don’t care when my skin is practically humming with need. Fuck, it’s so annoying how my body betrays me—every inch of me craving touch, warmth, cum. And not just any touch, either. I want it rough, possessive, like I’m being claimed. But of course, I’d never admit that out loud. Except here, I guess. Whatever. It’s not like anyone actually gets what it’s like to be this fucking desperate and still have to act like you’re above it all. Maybe that’s the real curse of being a succubus: the loneliness is worse than the hunger. …Shit, now I sound pathetic. Fuck off.