Page 37 of Hot Girls Date Demons

For centuries, my name meant monster.

Exile.

Curse.

Failure.

But on Josie's lips?

My name becomes something sacred.

I rear up, spreading her legs wider so I can see where we’re joined—and it’s so perfect. So beautiful.

“Fuck, Myrrin, you take me so good. Look how well we fit,” I praise her as I slide my thick cock in and out, fucking into her heavenly body with abandon.

“Oh God, I’m gonna!”

Her pleasure crashes through our bond.

And I nearly lose my mind.

Because this incredible woman—this overworked nurse, with too much compassion and not enough rest—trusted me.

Believed in me.

Chose me.

Accepted me.

She doesn't see a Demon.

She sees Desmond.

And for the first time since my exile began, I realize something.

I was never cursed when I was sent here.

I was being led to her.

Every lonely night.

Every empty year.

Every aching century.

It all brought me to this moment.

To Josie.

To my mate.

And there is nowhere else, I’d rather be.

Seven

Josie

Being swept off my feet by a literal Demon wasn’t exactly in my realm of possibilities when I woke up this morning—but here I am.