Page 112 of Demon's Beauty

The words send a spike of need and tenderness and more of that golden magick all the way through me. They narrow the world to only me and Finn and the bond between us. Towant. To the simple, primal desire to be as close to this demon as I can be.

“Finn,” I gasp in desperate protest when he stills his hips, pauses right where he is, only half-buried in me.

Every inch of him radiates tension, a carefully leashed desire I’m feral to draw out of him.

“I need a minute, sunshine.”

“For what?”

“To slow down. Or I’m not going to be… I’m not…”

Another buck of my hips, and a low growl breaks in his chest.

Oh.

Oh, Ilikethat.

I like growly Finn.

And flirty, irreverent Finn.

And wonderfully, impossibly tender Finn.

Any way he is, I’ll take him.

“What can’t you be?” I ask, though it comes out more like a gasp.

“I’m not going to be gentle. If I let myself have you the way I… I’m sorry, I can’t…”

Pushing myself up on an elbow, I run my lips over the curve of his ear, and a tremor wracks his enormous frame.

“I don’t want you to be gentle.”

Another tremor, and I can feel the tension in him ratchet up, feel his muscles shake, feel his control pushed to its limits. My fingers find the curve of his wing—stroking, squeezing, drawing a low moan from his chest.

“Soleil—”

“Fuck me, Finn,” I beg him in a breathy whisper, my entire body aching for it. “Your mate wants you to fuck her.”

Finn breaks.

With a growl deep and graveled enough that I feel it all the way down to where his thick cock sinks into me, Finn fills me with one hard thrust.

Back arching, I cry out and reach for his shoulders, nails scrambling over the firm muscles. He gets one hand under my thigh and spreads me wide, holds me open while he fucks me like it’s the only thing in the thirteen realms he’s ever wanted.

Hard, deep, relentless, it might just be the only thing in any of the thirteen realmsI’veever wanted. Each thrust draws moans and mewls and other sounds from me I didn’t even know I could make. It pulls the magick tighter, builds my pleasure higher, and all I can do is grasp onto him and surrender.

The swell of flesh at the base of his cock presses into me with each thrust, giving me just enough stretch to make my breath hitch. I strain against him, not even really sure what it is I want.

But I know I need more.

He could give me more, and I think that would be okay.

I still don’t get all the logistics of this, of how it would even work to have that part of him inside me, but I’m sure we’d be able to figure it out. If he’d just give me a little bit more, I’m sure I could—

“I’m not going to give you my knot,” he mutters against my lips, and a whine of protest slips out of me. “Not until I’ve had more time to make sure you can take it.”

“But I—”