Page 130 of Demon's Beauty

“You feel so good, sunshine,” he groans. “Do you know that? Your perfect cunt was made for me, and I can’t wait to see how pretty it looks stretched around my knot.”

I let out a strangled cry as he gets closer to making good on that promise, loud enough that Finn’s strokes slow.

He threads his fingers into my hair, tilts my head so he can see my face. “Still okay?”

“Yes,” I groan. “Still fucking fantastic. Don’t stop.”

A harsh growl rasps out of him, punctuated by another thrust. On this one, he lingers, pressing deeper, almost there, just about to—

He pulls back, and I groan my protest.

“Already?” he teases. “I thought you’d want this to last a little longer.”

I’m nowhere near coherent enough to answer, and his next few thrusts are shallower.

Not what I want.

“Finn,” I finally manage to whine. “Please.”

“Please what, sunshine?”

“Please give me your knot.”

It’s his turn to groan—deep and guttural as he finally gives me the hard, deep thrust I want. “You think you’re ready for it?”

“Yes.” The word comes out hoarse, desperate, just this side of begging, but my pride is nowhere to be found.

Not when I’m here, with him, like this. Not when I know he’d never make me feel like anything less than a goddess for demanding what I want from him.

Finn leans back down over me, grips my hair and turns my face toward his so he can kiss me. He devours me while his thrusts get heavier, stretching me and pushing me right to the edge of my—

His knot pops into me, and my orgasm detonates.

Overwhelming, devastating, taking me apart piece by piece until I’m nothing more than magick and pleasure—no longer myself, barely in my body at all as I’m swept away.

Finn croons to me through every moment of it, breathless and straining, but staying right with me until I come back to myself.

Even after the last of the tremors have worked their way through me, my body is still taut and aching, stretched around the swell of his knot in a way that’s not exactly comfortable, but also shouldn’t make me feel like I’m right on the brink of coming again.

Finn shifts himself up and back, resting on his knees with his hands on the sides of my ass, grip firm and deliberate as he pauses to get a better look at where his knot is still locked in me.

Heat blazes all the way through me, but strangely enough, it’s not mortification I feel. With anyone else, I might be worried about how the hell I look right now, what kind of view he’s getting, but that’s the furthest thing from my mind.

Especially when he lets out another long, delicious moan. He drapes himself back over me and thrusts, though he barely has any room to move with how tightly we’re joined.

“I was right,” he pants. “Your cunt is just as pretty as I thought it would be stuffed full with my knot.”

Finn ruts into me, movements jerky and uneven, the magick between us stuttering and sparking as I can somehowsensehis approaching climax. Like everything he’s feeling is mirrored back to me, it sends little bolts of pleasure straight to my core.

“No one will ever be inside you like this, Soleil.” Another thrust, another breathtaking frisson of the bond between us made tangible, tendrils of golden power fanning out into the air around us. “No one but me.”

“Only you,” I agree, near-incoherent as another orgasm builds. “No one but you, Finn.”

It sends him over the edge.

With a rumble of pleasure I feel in the warm acres of skin pressed against me, in the thick length of his cock, the immovable pressure of his knot, Finn falls apart.

And I fall right with him.