Page 33 of Hot Girls Date Demons

The vulnerability in his voice catches me off guard.

Because beneath all that impossible beauty and power⁠—

He's afraid.

Afraid I won't trust him.

Afraid I won't choose him back.

Somehow this gorgeous Demon is looking at me like I hold his entire heart in my hands.

He kisses me again, and it’s so good—cinnamon and chocolate and sin all rolled into one.

I swear, my body is on fire for him.

“Yesss,” he hisses, and the sound is so sexy my panties get soaked.

No one has ever made me feel like this.

Not even close.

No one has ever made me feel beautiful like this.

Desired like this.

Cherished like this.

“And no one else ever will, you are mine. My mate.”

The possessiveness in his voice should scare me.

Instead, it makes my chest ache.

Because I know he doesn't mean ownership.

He means forever.

He means together.

He means no more lonely train rides and empty apartments.

“But what does that mean? What do you want from me?”

And there it is.

The question I've asked myself my entire life.

What do people want from me?

My labor?

My kindness?

My ability to fix things?

Surely not me.

Not just Josie.