Page 27 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Not forcing.

Never forcing.

Simply offering.

I flex my hips and my steel cock presses against her soft belly.

She doesn't pull away, and I feel the victory of it down to my soul.

I lower my head and kiss her once more.

Slowly.

Tenderly.

And when she melts against me with the sweetest little sigh? My entire fucking world rights itself.

Three hundred years.

For three hundred years, I waited for this curse to be lifted or for it to end me.

But now I see…

She was worth every second.

Five

Josie

Okay.

First, winged men do not exist.

And if they did, they certainly wouldn't look like drop-dead gorgeous cover models with hard bodies standing seven feet tall.

And even if they did exist?

They definitely wouldn't be making out with me.

A chubby, overworked nurse nearing forty and still single.

And yet the tongue currently in my mouth would lead me to believe otherwise.

This can't be happening.

This cannot actually be happening.

My entire life has been work.

Double shifts.

Night shifts.

Missed birthdays.

Canceled dates.

Watching everyone around me find their person while I stood on the sidelines telling myself I was fine.