Page 93 of Demon's Beauty

I chase the kiss, too hungry to be patient, but he pulls back with a sharp-edged chuckle.

“Don’t rush the staff,” he teases as his fingers find my nipple and give it a little squeeze. “I take my job very seriously.”

Those clever fingers of his continue lower, beneath the water, over my stomach and down further still until they reach—

“Finn,” I gasp, both hands clutched on the edges of the tub, hips canting up to get more of his touch.

“Patience, sunshine,” he reminds me again, and I’m not sure if I want to laugh, or scream my frustration. “I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”

“Then take care of me,” I demand, and his crimson gaze burns hotter.

“As my witch commands.”

Claws retracted, he sinks two long fingers deep, filling me up in one sure thrust with no time to adjust, no time to prepare as I stretch around him.

It feels fucking incredible.

Almost too much, but when hastoo muchever been too much for me?

I can take it, can take him, and as he works his fingers in and out of me, I’m not shy. I’m brazen, cursing and moaning and demanding he give me more, that he make good on the promise to give me the pleasure I—

“Turn over,” he murmurs, hand on my hip gently nudging me as I flip my position so I’m floating on my stomach. “Hold on to the edge if you need to.”

“Why would I need to—”

The question breaks off in a gasp as something warm and thick prods at me from behind.

His tail.

The broad tip of it slides over my slick skin, teasing against me until he finds my entrance.

“Fuck,” I moan, and take his very helpful suggestion to grip the tub’s edge as he slides into me.

Wicked. The sensation of his tail filling me is absolutely wicked.

Thicker and deeper than his fingers, he fucks me hard and steady with it. His hand snakes between my thighs, fingers tracing around my stretched entrance, feeling himself work me open.

“So good, sunshine,” he praises, leaning over further so he can watch. “You should see how pretty you look right now. How wanton you are with my tail in you, taking it like you know it’s yours.”

Itismine, I want to growl at him.You’re mine.

I don’t know where the urge comes from, and I’m just barely able to swallow it down as he pulls his tail back and thrusts deep once more, then again, and again, until any rational words I might have been able to form disappear completely.

Finn’s fingers move from my pussy to my clit, rubbing in slow, heavy circles perfectly timed to his thrusts. My grip on the tub tightens, hands squeezing almost to the point of pain as I arch into him, meeting each of his thrusts with my hips. Pleasure coils tight in my belly, a warmth that spreads from my core outwards, until I’m straining for it, desperate for it.

“Finn,” I say, and it comes out on the edge of a shattered cry. “I’m so close. Please. I need—”

“I know, sunshine. I know.”

I cry out again as he thrusts his tail deeper, presses more firmly on my clit, merciless in the pleasure he demands from me.

“Come for me, Soleil.”

I shatter.

Pulsing in waves of deep, devastating bliss that tighten my core around the thick invasion of his tail, I come apart at the seams. Water sloshes over the edges of the tub as I collapse forward, only able to stop from drowning myself by the firm grip of Finn’s hand around my middle, keeping me afloat.

His other hand strokes up and down my back, my hip, my ass. He murmurs to me, brushes his lips over my forehead, my cheek, the corner of my mouth.