Page 59 of How Not to Date a Demon

Arousal was bright and shiny in her mind, and she smoothed her hands over his shoulders, frowning at the fabric still covering them. “Off.”

A clawed hand left her ass, and she giggled at the sound of the fabric ripping, blinking down at him as he tugged the remnants of the tee away.

“You and your ripped shirts,” she sighed.

“There are more important things at the moment than one of the many shirts I own,” he retorted, lips brushing against her breast.

“Like getting on your knees?” she urged.

Galen dropped to the floor, knees landing silently. He stared up at her, and Maeve bit her lip, indecisive, but ultimately combed her fingers through his hair and dragged him back to her cunt.

He stared up at her with his dark eyes, and Maeve felt herself get a little lost in them—in him. But then he lowered his head, and she grabbed onto his horns and swallowed a whine as he tasted her again.

“That’s it, Daddy,” she whispered.

Galen very literally shivered on his knees before her, wings tremoring in response.

He hiked one of her legs over his shoulder, claws digging into plump flesh, and she tossed her head back against the doorjamb—when had they spun around?

He swiped his tongue over her clit before returning with a fervor that took her breath away. Pleasure shimmied down her spine, swirling in her stomach as he sucked the bud between his lips and brushed his tongue over it again and again.

“Yes, yes,” she breathed. “You’re doing so good. You’re gonna make me come, Daddy.”

He groaned into her, the sound vibrating against her, and she squirmed in his arms, but he held her still.

“You can touch yourself,” she told him.

But instead of dropping one of his hands, he just held on tighter, claws digging in and pinpricking a slight pain that made the pleasure swirl even more beautifully.

She followed it by rocking her hips forward, and his nose bumped her mound as he slid lower.

“Daddy!” she whined, cunt tremoring as her orgasm spun closer, fogging her mind and making her weak in his arms, so she held onto his horns tighter.

He groaned into her, and she wanted more of that sound, more of the way he swiped his tongue against her, tasting her arousal straight from the source and nudging his nose along her clit.

Galen’s rhythm left no room for breathing, but Maeve sucked a breath in anyway, and it was at that moment—poised on the silence of an inhale, breath filling her lungs—that the ecstasy swooped in and took her away.

Her exhale turned into a moan as she shook in Galen’s arms, as she gripped his horns tighter. He groaned into her wetness, and it sent a fresh wave of aftershocks through her before her orgasm had even subsided.

She was panting as she blinked her eyes open, chest heaving, and she realized her knuckles were white from how hard they were wrapped around Galen’s horns. Uncurling her fingers, she brushed his hair away from his face and tilted him up to her.

His dark eyes were half-lidded as he let her leg slide off his shoulder, slumping into her with a satisfied sigh.

She chuckled. “Did you come too, Daddy?”

He shivered against her, and frankly, Maeve could do this all day.

His cheek rubbed against her hip as he nodded, and Maeve bit her lip.

She was dating the hottest demon king, and she’d fight anyone who tried to say otherwise.