Page 108 of Demon's Beauty

Perhaps not. Perhaps this will be a monumental mistake, and will only serve to haunt me if all of this falls apart. Perhaps I’m doing nothing more than being the architect of my ownfuture suffering when my witch decides her life in the human realm is too important to choose me over.

But I don’t care.

If these stolen days are all we have, I’ll take them.

Greedily, shamelessly.

I’ll take everything she’ll give me.

“Do you want this?”

“I do,” she says, and it almost comes out like a moan. “Fuck, Finn, I do. I want—”

My mouth crashes into hers—hard, consuming. I kiss her until we’re both breathless.

“Then I want this.” Another kiss, another gasp, another shot of fire through my veins. “If you want it, I want it, Soleil.”

For a few long minutes, there are no more words.

There’s only the press of our bodies, our half-caught breaths, the heat of our lips and the rough rasp of teeth. Hands—searching, grasping, taking. Magick swirling higher and hotter between us.

I fall to my knees.

Shifting Soleil’s thighs so they rest over my shoulders, her back still supported by the wall, I lean in and run my tongue over the damp lace of her panties. I tease her like that, make her even wetter, give her a promise of what’s to come until—

“Off—” she pants. “—I want the dress, everything, off. Now.”

Who am I to resist my witch’s command?

I help her shakily back to her feet, moving us both closer to the bed.

Soleil reaches behind her back, tugging at the fabric for a few moments before letting out a huff of irritated breath.

“Need some help?”

She glares at me, and it’s absolutely adorable. “Yes. Please. Hurry.”

“Turn around.”

She obeys, and despite her grumpy command, I can’t stop myself from teasing her at least a little more.

I crowd into the space behind her, but instead of reaching for the dress’s fastenings right away, I run my hands over her hips, her ass, trail them up the column of her spine before carefully moving her long black curls out of the way.

Slowly, sensually, I ghost my lips over the back of her neck, and she shivers.

“Finn.” My name sounds more like a plea this time, and if there’s one thing I never want, it’s for my mate to feel like I won’t give her what she needs.

The dress is beautiful on her, but I’ve got a feeling it will look even prettier crumpled into a pile on the floor.

And I’ve got no patience for all the little buttons running down the back of it.

With one good tug, the fabric parts and exposes the beautiful curves of Soleil’s back. A slow slide over her hips and it pools around her feet.

My hands land on her panties next. I should take my time. Seduce her. Savor every moment of getting her out of her clothes, but my need is too great. It pounds through my veins in a powerful command formore. So the small scrap of lace joins the dress on the floor just a couple of seconds later.

It leaves my witch entirely bare, and I turn her to face me with a gentle grip on her shoulders.

The tent and the tub were nice.