Page 123 of Demon Monster's Little Human

It’s us, without the chains of the past, without the curses, without the war between us keeping us apart.

Liora is shaking as she fists what remains of the clothing covering me, pulling me closer, deeper, her breath ragged, her body fever-hot against mine. Her magic hums between us, a raw, electric thing, and my own power answers it, twisting around her, threading into her like it belongs there.

I growl against her lips, because it does.

She belongs to me.

Not as a curse. Not as a mistake.

She is mine.

I lift her without thinking, gripping her thighs, forcing her legs around my waist. She gasps, her nails scraping against my shoulders as I slam her against the nearest stone wall. Her breath hitches, her back arching, pressing into me, and I feel her through the thin scraps of fabric still clinging to our bodies.

"Say it," I breathe against her throat, my lips trailing fire along her skin.

Her fingers tangle into my hair, tugging me back to her lips, her eyes blazing as she pants against me.

"I’m yours," she whispers.

Something inside me snaps.

I drag my fangs along her jaw, down to her throat, my breath hot against her pulse. "Say it again."

Her hips shift against mine, and I nearly lose it.

"I. Am. Yours," she gasps.

And then I tear her clothes apart.

She lets out a ragged moan as I drag my mouth down her throat, over her collarbone, my hands mapping every inch of her bare skin. She is warmth, and fire, and life, and gods, I need her.

She yanks at the fabric covering me, frustrated, desperate, and I let her rip it from my body, her hands roaming over my chest, my shoulders, like she needs to memorize me.

"You're too clothed," she mutters breathlessly.

My hands are rough as they tear away the last barriers between us, her pussy slick and ready, my cock hard and straining against my thigh.

She arches into me, a desperate whimper escaping her lips as I claim her mouth, biting and sucking until she’s breathless.

“Dain! Oh… Dain,” she writhes in my arms, moving as if she wants me to fuck her hard.

I kiss her lips, silencing her moans. My fingers dig into her hips as I yank her closer, aligning us just right before I thrust into her, hard and unrelenting. She cries out, her nails scraping down my back, but I don’t stop. I can’t.

My mind’s way wired, way too charged and eaten by carnal desire that all I think about is fucking her and making her mine.

“Liora… finally!” I groan, pounding inside her.

Her pussy clenches around me, hot and tight, and I groan, my cock throbbing as I push deeper, harder. She’s writhing beneath me, her moans music to my ears.

“Gods!” I groan, my back arching as I try to hit deeper. Her screams resonate with my moans as I fuck her harder. “Yes!”

I pull out just enough to flip her onto her stomach, her ass in the air, and she doesn’t resist. Liora knows what’s coming.

I almost fly off the ground as I raise her, my wings opening wide as I brace harder.

“Oh, goodness!” Liora screams, magic swirling around her, helping her take my everything. My power. My hardness. All of me.

My cock slams into her again, hitting the spot that makes her convulse and orgasm. “Dain!”

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