Page 39 of Hot Girls Date Demons

He dips his head, capturing my lips in a deep, deep kiss as he flexes and grinds his hips, taking me to untold heights.

It's good.

So good.

Oh God.

It's too much.

“Never, Myrrin. You can take it. Now, give yourself to me,” he growls against my throat, and then I feel it.

A pinch of pain—it’s brief and sharp, but then all that delicious pleasure I’d been feeling?

It doubles.

I gasp.

He tips his head back and roars as he spills into me—and fuck, he is so beautiful.

His wings expand, tail whips behind him, and his fangs sparkle as he trembles with pure, unadulterated bliss.

I feel it too—all of it—the heat, the desire, the triple orgasm.

But it isn't only pleasure flooding through me.

It's emotion.

Warmth.

Wonder.

Love?

No, that’s ridiculous.

Then, suddenly—I feel him.

Not physically.

Emotionally.

And I feel everything he’s feeling.

Three hundred years of loneliness.

Three hundred years of believing he was cursed.

Three hundred years of thinking he would never find his mate—never find me.

And underneath all that ancient sadness?

I feel his relief.

His joy.

His gratitude.

His wonder.