Page 36 of Hot Girls Date Demons

She is nervous.

I can feel it through our already forming matebond.

Not fear of me.

Thank the gods for that.

Fear of hope.

Fear that she might wake up and discover this was all a dream.

Fates help me, I share that fear.

Because if someone took her from me now, I would unravel.

My powers are stronger than they've been in centuries, but my heart?

My heart has become utterly defenseless.

I press into her and hiss as her tight sheath clenches all around me.

Fuck.

She’s wet and hot—so good—but I am big and I don’t want to hurt her.

I lick her neck, sucking on that space just below her ear, and run my hands over her soft flesh, tweaking her nipples and petting her thighs as I go.

I don’t want to cause her any discomfort—in fact, everything in me recoils at the mere idea of inflicting harm on my sweet Myrrin.

I need her ready.

“Easy, Mate. Relax,” I murmur, kissing and sucking on her breasts now, moving my fingers between her thighs where we’re joined and finding her slick folds.

I rub circles on her tightened nubbin, grinning around her nipple as she moans and tugs on my hair.

Oh, fuck, she feels so good.

Her pussy is clenching all around me.

Squeezing and massaging my shaft, and it’s like I feel it everywhere.

I start to move, shallow thrusts, and Josie moans and tightens her hold on my hair.

She moves her hands higher—and oh, fuck—she has my horns now.

Pleasure the likes of which I’ve never felt spirals through me, and I start to rut into her in earnest.

“Oh, oh, Desmond!”

Hearing her scream my name is more than I can take.

Not because of lust.

Because she is saying my name with joy.

With pleasure.

With affection.