Page 72 of Demon's Beauty

The first drag of his tongue against me is like a shooting star, a supernova, rocketing through my body in a wave of liquidpleasure. I grab at his horns, pull him closer, and it spurs him on.

Finn eats me like a man starving.

Like he can’t get deep enough, taste me enough, give me enough pleasure to ever be satisfied.

With his lips fastened around my clit, sucking me and making me see even more stars, he presses a finger—claw retracted—and teases around my entrance.

“Goddess, Soleil,” he groans, sinking that finger in deeper. “You feel incredible.”

He works me like that, stroking deep, lips kissing and sucking at my clit, rumbles of pleasure breaking over me like my own personal demon vibrator, until I’m close.

So close.

Faster than I’ve ever gotten here with anyone. Hell, faster than I’m able to make myself get here, most times.

Like he can sense the orgasm building, Finn doubles down. He adds a second finger, filling me to the brim while he laves my clit with his demon-long tongue.

I’m there. Right there. Just about to—

Finn’s crimson eyes flick up to meet mine—glowing with magick and awe and adoration and wicked, wicked satisfaction.

I shatter.

Breaking into a hundred starlit pieces, my back bows off the sleeping pallet, and my hands tighten on his horns until I’m pretty sure all their rough ridges will be imprinted there permanently. Anything. Anything to keep him right there, licking me, sucking me, pumping in and out of me with his fingers, drawing the pleasure out until I’m sated and boneless.

A low, deep groan fills the tent.

I’m breathing so hard, heartbeat pounding in my ears, every nerve ending lit up with bliss, that I don’t realize for a few long moments the sound isn’t coming from me.

Mouth still on my pussy, working me through every spasm of my orgasm, Finn grinds his pelvis into the pile of furs and blankets. His big body jerks and he lets out another one of those delicious, full-chested moans.

My brain is sluggish and pleasure-drunk, hazy and slow to catch up. I can’t catch a breath, can’t catch a thought.

But when finally I do, heat breaks out in a flush all over my body.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck, that’s hot.

Finn got so much pleasure from eating me out that he came, too?

Hot as hell.

So fucking hot it sends another little round of tremors through me, almost painful with how over-sensitized I am. I pull at his horns until he finally lifts his mouth from the juncture of my thighs and crawls back up my body. I kiss him—open-mouthed and graceless—savoring the taste of myself on him.

“Good?” he pants into the kiss, and I chuckle against his lips.

“Any better and you just might have killed me.” His hips rest in the cradle of mine, and I arch into him. The front of his pants is slightly damp with his release. “Good for you, too?”

There’s barely any moonlight streaming into the tent, but even in the dim, the flush on his cheeks is unmistakable. He drops his head forward and rests his brow against my collarbone.

“I swear that never happens to me.”

I run my hands through his hair and giggle softly. “I’ll take it as a compliment, then.”

“Please do,” he murmurs, kissing me again. “You’re magnificent, Soleil.”

A wave of pleasure runs through me, seeping into my veins and taking up residence somewhere very near my heart.