Nicodemus closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her kiss as well as finding it good when he felt her hand on his bottom. He smirked into the kiss, feeling the justification and validation from all the times she rejected him openly in her friend's body. She wanted him now - willingly and completely. She wouldn't deny him tonight. She wouldn't threaten him or run away. She wanted him. It was almost too easy, too perfect. But he wasn't going to enlighten her now. Or maybe not until he claimed her, her baby's and the little boy's souls for his own.
He smirked when she whispered to him. Yes, of course, she needed him. She needed him more than she knew she did. Eagerly, he pulled back completely and turned to head to what he'd discovered was the bedroom she shared with her husband, the owner of this body, without saying a word.