Page 24 of How Not to Date a Demon

Galen let her lead him back down to her chest, and he pulled a whine from her as he wrapped his lips around the pink tip, jewelry and all. He swiped his tongue over the peak, sending addictive, electric pulses straight to her core.

She shivered beneath him as he dragged moans and pleas from her, until he mouthed across her skin to her other breast and repeated it all over again

She curled her right knee up around his hip, grinding into the thigh between her legs with a moan. “Galen,” she pleaded.

His length was hard and thick against her, and she tried to press her thigh up into him, but he arched his hips away. Maeve grunted out her disappointment, felt his lips curl into a grin against her skin.

“How do you want it?” he asked, lips brushing against her nipple with every word. Warmth bloomed in her core, and she shifted against him in a miniscule movement, unable to find the words, just that she wanted more.

He hummed, kissing lower on her chest, dipping toward her belly. “You could come on my tongue like the other day.” His voice was like melted sugar, thick and sweet, and it made her thoughts slow and sticky as she was overcome with the memory he described. “Love watching you shake beneath me. And I bet…” He paused, pressing a kiss to her stomach. “The chain would shimmer so prettily as you did so.”

Her body was listening to him more than she was, and a shiver danced up her spine, making her shake beneath him just like he described. His swallow was audible, endearing the moment.

“Yep,” he rasped out. “It shimmers. Fuck.”

As she rolled her hips up into him, she groaned, fingers tightening in his hair to bring him all the way back up to her lips. He studied her, gaze passing over hers briefly, enough for her to see the desire bright in his dark eyes.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered across his lips.

His hand twitched in the sheets near her head, and she resisted the taste of a smile on her lips.

She shoved at his shoulder, and his heated expression cracked into one of surprise as he let himself be pushed over. He landed on his back, and Maeve followed him, throwing a leg over his hip and settling atop him with a triumphant smile. Settled atop his hips, she ground down into him, over the hard length of his cock resting against his stomach. It punched the breath from his chest, and she reveled in the sound, at the proof of how much she affected him.

The grind was slick and easy as she rolled her hips over him, so wet from his teasing and his kisses and all his soft, slutty promises.

His hands spread warmth over her skin as he skimmed them over her thighs, around her hips and up her torso before cupping her breasts. Arching into the touch, she bit her lip as she pushed her taut, achy nipples into his palms.

As his thumbs pressed over the tips and teased the jewelry, tugged at the chain, he lifted the other hand to her lip, tugging it out of the grip of her teeth.

“Wanna hear you,” he explained, and she let her eyes fall closed as she sucked in a breath too big for her chest.

Fuck.

Maeve hummed, the sound shaky as she lifted up, wrapped a hand around his cock, and notched him at her core.

“Now,” she whispered. “Want you now.”

Matching groans punched the air as she let gravity do the work, sliding herself down on him in a short, needy motion. She was warm all over, inside and out, heat flushing her cheeks and chest and core. She sat up once again, stopping when he was still just inside her before sinking back down, all the way, until she sat atop his hips.

Her knees were already shaky, and she nudged her hips over him, adjusting to the stretch of him inside her. But she couldn’t wait long, found herself pressing into her knees and moaning at the drag of him inside her before she reversed, letting him slowly fill her again.

Shivers of pleasure danced across her senses, down her spine, and melted in her core as he plucked and brushed his thumbs over her nipples and lightly tugged at the chain until moans were pouring from her lips. Her hips moved faster, chasing more, letting him fill her again and again.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped. “So fucking pretty like this.”

Maeve’s fingers twitched, digging into his chest at the awe, praise, and admiration dripping from his lips. She slowed the pace, hips moving slow and syrupy as she tightened around him.

His eyes fluttered shut, head falling back onto the bed as he groaned, the sound welling from so deep inside him she felt it beneath her palms.

Galen melted right before her eyes, and a fresh kick of heat landed in her stomach, punctuated by the grind of hips, the thrust of his cock inside her. His praises never failed to inspire warmth, but Maeve was more often than not struck entirely dumb by how… magnetic Galen was.

Like now, with his neck arched back, curls crushed into the mattress and lips parted. Chest both tense and plush beneath her fingers, his hips grinding up into her every movement, hands gripped around her waist and forearms veined in his control.

“Look at you,” she moaned. “Hot, you’re so hot.”

Okay, so maybe not the most creative words, the prettiest prose, but her brain couldn’t come up with much else. Not with him coming apart beneath her and moaning her name and snapping his hips up to bounce her against him. He planted his feet behind her, pulling his knees up and shifting the angle.

Maeve gasped and leaned into him, her arm coming to rest atop his knee, giving her more leverage, knocking the breath from her lungs with the new angle, stars sparkling across her vision in the brilliance of pleasure.