The Witch's Incubus

She summoned a demon to save her dying grove. He stayed to claim her. Vesper Marlowe is a powerful hedge witch with a blight eating her grove and no magic left strong enough to stop it. On the night of the blood moon, she speaks a demon prince's true name three times in blood — and Kaine, Prince of the Ninth Hunger, answers. He doesn't want a bargain. He wants her. Her body on his command. Her pleasure in his hands. Her devotion, absolute. In return: his hellfire, his protection, and nights so filthy and worshipful she forgets what lonely ever felt like. But an unregistered pact is a debt with no ledger, and Hell keeps its own books. A rival demon comes to steal her. Hell's collectors come to tax her. And the only way out is the one thing the old crone warned her about — a binding, on her terms. Ten chapters. A full moon cycle. Sex in every single one — claiming rituals, dream-walking, punishment and reward, a witch market with a demon's hand up her skirt, and a final binding under the blood moon that neither Heaven nor Hell can unmake. He is always the dom. She is always his. Claimed, loved, kept — never abandoned.