Page 109 of Demon's Beauty

Beyond nice.

Great. Wonderful. Life-changing.

But they weren’t like this.

They didn’t let meseeher.

Not like this.

Fully bared before me, gilded in the candlelight, every inch of her mine to admire.

I must stare too long, because Soleil folds her arms around herself, shifts from one foot to the other. When I try to meet her gaze, her eyes are downcast.

My heart sinks. “Are you—”

“Fine,” she interrupts. “I’m fine. I’m just… I know my body might not be what you—”

“Sunshine,” I say firmly, cutting off whatever nonsense she was about to say. “I find every inch of you so unbelievably sexy that I’m having a hard time deciding what I want to touch first. I want to take my time with you, want to kiss and lick and worship every inch of you, but I’m so goddessdamned hard I don’t know if I’ll be able to have that much patience.”

She unfolds her arms, and I see my confident, powerful witch return bit by bit.

I fall back to my knees and take her by the hips, pulling her closer. Her soft flesh yields beneath my grip, so warm and supple. Perfect. Just perfect, my mate.

If she doesn’t believe it now, she will by the time we leave this room.

Leaning in, I brush my lips over the swell of her stomach—rounded and exquisitely feminine, like a goddess come to the mortal plane. I press little nipping kisses from her navel to her hip and then back again. The scent of her arousal spikes, even as she squirms against me.

“That tickles,” she gasps, and I do it again, and again, until she wraps her hands around my horns, pushes my head down in silent demand.

Soleil is delicious.

I’ll never tire of the taste of her, of the bright, earthy, slick arousal I lap up like it’s my last meal.

I could feast on Soleil for hours—run my tongue through her slick folds, tease the hard little bud of her clit, sink my fingers into her and crook them forward until her knees buckle and Ihave to pick her up and carry her to the bed before she collapses completely.

Even then, I don’t relent.

I eat my witch until she sees stars. Until her back bows off the bed and the rush of her orgasm coats my tongue, until her sweet moans echo in my ears and I know I’ve satisfied her.

And then I give her another.

It’s only when I go back in to start working her toward a third that she protests. Hands around my horns, she grumbles some incoherent, pleasure-soaked nonsense, but her meaning is clear enough.

I kiss my way up her body until I reach her pink, swollen lips and feed her the taste of herself so she’ll know how delicious she is, too.

Her face is flushed, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and I pull back far enough to simply admire her.

My beautiful mate.

“Hi,” she says in a raspy whisper as she reaches up to card her fingers through my hair.

I’m powerless to do anything but nuzzle into that touch. My eyes slide shut, and a long, satisfied sigh loosens all my muscles.

In my chest, the first faint stirrings of a purr.

Soleil’s eyes widen. “What is—”

“Sorry,” I mutter, swallowing hard in an attempt to quell the sound.