Marked by the Incubus

From the moment Irin set her eyes on her boss, she knew that he was going to be hard to resist. His eyes evoked a strange heat within her, and she called it off as mere s****l tension and lust.

But soon he started to haunt her dreams, and Irin found herself waking up with heavy s****l arousal every day in the morning.

Why did her dreams feel so real?

And, why did she want to get f****d by Voxan so badly?

...

Voxan Devon was an incubus who lived on earth as a mighty CEO. A snap of finger was all it took for women to drop their panties before the sin himself.

What Voxan wasn't prepared for is a mate: a sexy brunette with all the right curves, who is co-incidentally his secretary, one who pleasures herself by screaming his name and yet rejects his advances.

Irin might stay safe in the day, but she cannot escape him in the night, not when she clearly fantasizes about him and craves a taste of the sin himself.