Page 129 of Demon's Beauty

The look she gives me over her shoulder.

Emerald eyes burning with need, glassy, her lips parted, breath coming in shallow, panting gasps.

“Please, Finn.”

I’m lost.

Helpless to do anything but drape myself over her, line myself up at her core. I thrust into her and her soft body ripples with the force of it. She cries out, arches back into me, and her fingers tangle in the soft bedding.

I pause. “Too much?”

“Not enough,” she nearly wails. “More. Please.”

“How much, sunshine?” I ask through gritted teeth as I ease out, then back in. Slowly, so I can draw out her pleasure and make sure she’s alright. “How much of me do you want?”

“All of you.”

My heart lodges in my throat, and my knot aches as I slide deep enough within her to press the swell of it to her entrance.

“You think you can take my knot?”

She nods, desperate as she cants her hips again, straining to take more of me.

“Soleil,” I groan, draping myself over her and kissing a trail up her spine to the nape of her neck and the sensitive little spot beneath her ear that makes her shiver. “Do you know what you’re asking for?”

“I do,” she says, breathless but certain. “And I know you’ll take care of me. I know you’ll make it good.”

I’ll make it good for her if it kills me.

If it’s the last damn thing I ever do, I’ll make it good for her.

With that silent vow lodged into my very soul, I ease back into her, press my knot deeper, and make pleasing my witch my singular goal in life.

It’s the only thing that matters. The reason I exist.

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Soleil

Goddess, I may have bitten off more than I can chew.

I may have asked for more than I can handle with my bold, reckless plea to take all of my demon.

Each of Finn’s hard thrusts presses his knot further into me.

He stretches me, tests me, pushes me closer to the edge of what I can take, but I know I can trust him.

I might be almost entirely out of my mind with lust right now, but I’m not too far gone to be sure of that.

Finn will take care of me.

Finn will make it good.

I just need to relax and trust him.

But it’s hard, harder than nearly any damn thing I’ve ever done, especially with the firestorm of magick brewing between us. With the tight, desperate ache in my core. With the fullness of him, even without his knot, as he fucks me hard into the mattress.

All my limbs are jelly, uncoordinated, and I collapse into the blankets with my cheek and chest pressed to the bed, my hips still held firmly up and back in Finn’s grip.