Page 76 of Demon Monster's Little Human

"You want the truth?" I ask in a low, dangerous voice. "You don’t know what you’re asking for."

"Then show me," she breathes. "Make me understand."

The restraint I have left shatters.

My mouth crashes down on hers. It’s not a kiss, it’s a battle, a collision of fury and desire. Liora doesn’t yield. She fights back, her hands threading through my hair, pulling, demanding. I press her against the cold stone wall, claiming every breath, every sound she makes, until I burn with her.

Her fingers claw at my skin, dragging me closer, as if she’s trying to pull me inside her, as if she’s drowning in this as much as I do.

She tastes like danger, like the unknown, like something I never should have touched but can’t stop touching.

This is wrong. It’s a mistake. A disaster.

But I don’t care.

I lift her, forcing her legs around my waist, pinning her beneath me as I press into her. Her breath stutters, and her nails bite into my shoulders.

The need to claim her, to mark her, to make her mine is unbearable.

I kiss her deeper, my tongue sliding against hers, my hands gripping her as if letting go would destroy me. Her body molds to mine, soft and hot, a perfect contradiction to my own unyielding form.

I pull away, panting, my forehead pressed against hers. "Tell me to stop," I demand, voice hoarse, desperate.

Liora’s response?

She kisses me harder.

I don’t know if I groan or growl, but the sound rumbles from my chest as I lose myself in her completely.

Her nails rake down my back, leaving trails of molten lava in their wake, and I growl against her neck, the sound primal, possessive, “Liora… Liora…”

My cock throbs, hard and insistent, pressed against her thigh as I grind into her, the friction maddening. She arches into me, her pussy wet and aching, her hips rolling in a silent plea for more. I can feel her heat even through the thin barrier of fabric, and it’s enough to drive me to the edge of sanity.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I growl, angry at myself but unable to stop.

“You do the same to me,” she gasps, panting as she holds onto me.

I pull back just enough to look at her, to see the hunger in her eyes, the way her lips part as she breathes my name again, softer this time, breathless. My hands slide down her sides, gripping her hips, and I yank her closer, our bodies crashing together like two storms colliding.

There’s no finesse here, no patience, just raw, unrelenting need.

Her hands fumble with the clothe covering my private parts and I help her, shoving them down just enough to free my cock, the cool air a sharp contrast to the heat of her skin.

She reaches for me, her fingers wrapping around my length, and I hiss, my head falling back as she strokes me, her touch firm and sure. But I can’t wait, can’t let this drag on any longer. I need her, all of her.

“You’re perfect,” she moans.

“I need you, little human,” I breathe.

I push her hand away and lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the nearest surface. Her back hits the wall, and she gasps, her eyes locking with mine as I position myself at her entrance.

For a moment, I pause, my breath ragged, my body trembling with the effort to hold back. But then she whispers, “Please,” and I’m lost.

I thrust into her, hard and deep, and her pussy clenches around me, so tight, so wet, it’s almost unbearable.

“Dain! Fuck! Yes!” she cries out, her head falling back against the wall, and I bury myself in her again and again, each stroke driving us both closer to the edge.

Her nails dig into my stone skin, unable to leave a mark but I feel it deeply. Her moans fill the room, and I can’t get enough of her, of this, of the way she feels like she was made for me.

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