Faith woke, and knew two things immediately: she was still nestled in Jasmine’s arms, and something had changed. Her eyes flew open.
“Don’t move,” Jasmine said quickly, her voice a soft, soothing purr. “And don’t speak, not yet. This part is always a shock, but I know you’ll be able to move through it quickly.”
The burning—was gone. Not a hint. Not so much as a thread of heat between her nether lips, not even a tingle around her n*****s. Faith drew a breath in surprise, and something else felt different.
“I told you that we were damned,” Jasmine murmured. She stroked Faith’s arm, and the hairs there seemed unusually sensitive. “You couldn’t have known that I meant it literally and precisely. We are damned. They call us the Devil’s Daughters, the succubi, the insatiable demons who feed o
