Page 77 of Demon Monster's Little Human

Her hips meet mine with every thrust, her body demanding more, and I give it to her, my cock plunging into her with a rhythm that’s as relentless as the hunger burning between us. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, and I know she’s close. I feel it as her pussy tightens around me, in the way her voice breaks as she chants my name.

“Make me come, take me!” she screams, pushing me on as I grow wilder in my movement.

“Yes!”

When she comes, it’s with a cry that echoes through me, her body shuddering as she clings to me, her pussy pulsing around my cock.

“Oh, Liora!” I roar.

The sensation is too much, and I follow her over the edge, my release crashing through me like a crashing huge wave, my hips stuttering as I come in her, my name on her lips the last thing I hear before the world goes white.

32

LIORA

The first thing I notice when I wake is him. We’re on the ground, and I’m unable to make heads or tails about what happened last night. I can’t wrap my head around it, but it was… out of this world.

Dain’s arm is slung around me, his grip possessive even in sleep. His body is warm, solid, the rise and fall of his chest too steady against my back. Too familiar. My skin tightens with awareness, memories from the night before clawing their way up my spine, his mouth on mine, the burn of his hands, the raw hunger in his eyes as he took me, consumed me, claimed me.

Heat flushes through me. I shift, testing my limbs, and ache pulses deep between my thighs. I press my lips together, swallowing down the sharp sting of satisfaction that comes with it.

I shouldn’t feel this way. Not after everything. Not after he’s spent every moment pushing me away, snarling at me to keep my distance, telling me I mean nothing.

Yet here he is, tangled around me like I belong to him.

A shiver rolls through me, but it isn’t from cold. It’s from something else. Something unfamiliar, a thrumming, electric pulse under my skin. Alive. Different. More.

I frown. That… is not normal.

I flex my fingers, expecting exhaustion, but instead, something pulses back—a warm, foreign energy that isn’t mine alone. It curls inside me, stretches, tugs. My chest tightens. It’s like a thread between myself and something else—someone else.

Dain stirs behind me.

The moment he wakes, his entire body stiffens. His arm retracts, peeling away from me like I burn him.

The loss is instant. And it hurts.

I turn, only to find him already on his feet, back to me, wings flaring as he rakes a hand through his hair. He doesn’t look at me. Not once.

“Dain?” My voice is hoarse.

He says nothing.

I push myself upright, clutching the remnants of my torn clothes around me. “You’re just going to pretend last night didn’t happen?”

His breath rattles out, sharp and wrong. His shoulders are tight, coiled like a predator on the verge of striking.

“It was a mistake.”

A mistake.

My stomach twists. I expected it. Of course I did. Dain has fought me at every turn, resisted me, denied me, but to hear it out loud.

I hate how much it stings.

“You weren’t saying that when you had me pinned against the wall,” I snap, voice colder than I feel.

His head snaps to me then, eyes burning.

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