Page 94 of Demon's Beauty

Magick glimmers in the air between us, bright and golden, casting us both in its light.

For a few long minutes, I stay right there, floating dreamily in the water while Finn’s touch soothes me. He brings me back into my body in increments, warm and slow and so filled with pleasure, more than I’ve ever felt.

It makes me want to make him feel good, too.

It makes me want to taste him, to take him apart.

He makes a little noise of protest as I shift in the water, but I nudge away his stilling hand as I come to my knees in the tub.

“Stand up,” I murmur, and he does so without question.

Good. I like it when my orders are followed.

I especially like it when the person following those orders is an enormous, handsome demon who rises to his feet and gives me a better look at every delicious inch of him. From his curling horns to his incredible body to the very noticeable ridge beneath the fitted tan trousers he’s wearing.

Finn makes a choked, desperate sound in the back of his throat when I undo the laces holding the top of those trousers together. He moans deep in his chest when I draw him out, fingers curling around the length of him.

The tub’s claw feet give me the extra boost of height I need, and put me in the perfect position to lean in and—

“Sunshine,” Finn gasps as my lips brush the head of his cock.

He threads his fingers into my damp hair and squeezes gently. I’m not sure if he’s trying to slow me down or hold on to his control, but either way, I can’t have that.

Finn’s cock is gorgeous. Long and thick, with prominent veins and a wide, ruddy head that makes my mouth water.

And something else.

Something right at the base of him.

An extra bit human men don’t have.

I wrap my hand around it and squeeze.

“Fuck.” The curse bursts out of Finn, and it’s his turn to lean in and brace himself on the side of the tub.

“Good?” I tease. “Or bad? If you don’t like it, I won’t—”

“I like it,” he rasps, on just this side of control. “Fuck, sunshine, I—”

His words cut off in a low moan of pleasure as I lean in and run my lips over his knot in little sucking kisses.

I’m… a little intimidated by it.

Realistically, I know what it’s for. I know the bare-bones mechanics of demons and their knots, how they come into play in the bedroom. There’s been enough tittering around the coven to pick up on that delightful little quirk of demon anatomy.

I just don’t really know whatI’msupposed to do with it.

I don’t know how it’s supposed tofit.

But that’s a problem for future-Soleil.

Tonight, I just want to explore.

I want to see what brings Finn pleasure. I want to revel in this demon who’s so unexpectedly mine.

Starting with his beautiful cock.

Drawing back, I kiss the head of him, dart my tongue out to lap at the bead of precome poised right on the tip. His hips buck forward, and I love it. I love the sight of his pleasure, love seeing him unravel.