Die

The demon landed in bed and sighed. How much he liked sleeping with Liliana, how much he adored her body but this time. It seemed different, she wanted him not because it was him, she wanted him because she was hungry for pleasure. She wasn't even sure if he was the one that entered her, all she wanted and pleaded for was the feeling she wanted to feel. 

All this was actually his fault, he had been doing that for a long time and just this time that Liliana did it once and with him not with another man, he felt unsatisfied, he felt uncomfortable even though he was the one that took the role of fucking her while she was distressed. 

He recalled how she accepted that man to kiss her and how she was ready to give up to him and let him take her for the night. That was because she was drunk, a voice said to her. He laughed, drunk? She was drunk?