Page 125 of Demon's Beauty

There’s something almost animal about the frenzy between us. Something primal and unstoppable and bigger than any reason we shouldn’t be doing this.

Something terrifying, and wonderful, and more natural than anything I’ve ever felt.

I’m moving on pure instinct, pure need, almost painful as I strip him bare and allow him to do the same.

I sink to my knees on the rug, taking in every inch of him on the way down.

Fuck, he’s hot.

He’s just so fucking hot it’s ridiculous.

MaybeI’mridiculous for how distracted I am by it, and maybe I’m just using sex as a distraction for everything I can’t face, but right now, with him, I have no way to stop it.

All the reasons we should stop have gone quiet.

There’s nothing but me and Finn and our bond and this room—a few more hours to steal away before I have to face it.

I’ve never felt like this, never experienced this kind of wild abandon, never had anyone want me like this.

Finn wants me more than anyone haseverwanted me.

He wants me with such obvious ferocity it puts a lump in my throat and a whisper of guilt in the back of my mind.

It’s all tangled up together. Lust and shame and power and something else I can’t name. Something that feels like a warm, mellow glow at the very center of my chest, just waiting there for me to acknowledge it exists.

All of it means I should probably put a stop to this, slow down, pause until I can sort out what it all means.

But I’m not going to do that.

Better sense be damned, I’m not going to do that.

I’m going to take everything Finn is offering for as long as he offers it.

I’m going to trust the magick burning in my chest, my veins, a thousand tiny tendrils of fate all telling me this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.

I’ve never had anything that’s mine the way Finn is mine, never done anything so selfish, never had anything I wanted with the same visceral ache I have for him.

And now I’m nothingbutwant.

I want and I want and I want him.

To my marrow, I want him.

Past reason, I want him.

And I’m going to have him, even if this is the last time.

I kiss and lick my way down his abs, and each sculpted muscle bunches and jumps under my mouth.

Finn bites back a muffled curse, and it just makes me burn hotter.

It also gives me ideas.

Too many ideas.

So many ideas, I don’t even know where to start. I want to do everything all at once. I want to taste every inch of him and know every single way to make him feel good.

I want to give, and to take, and to get lost in him until the rest of it disappears.