Page 53 of How Not to Date a Demon

But he didn’t, and she gave herself the third orgasm in the palm of Galen’s hand, letting her head fall to his shoulder as she panted.

“Galen,” she whined, her own voice wrecked and unrecognizable. “You have to fuck me,” she stated it as a fact, but it came out like a plea. “I want you inside me,” she begged, tightening her grip on his shoulders. “I don’t want it if you’re not inside me next.”

“Green or red request?” he asked, leaning his head against hers.

Green, meaning it was a request he was still allowed to ignore for the sake of the scene. Red request meant it was nonnegotiable, and Maeve would fucking die if he didn’t do whatever she asked of him right fucking then.

“Red,” she said, because she was spoiled, and she didn’t want him to touch her clit anymore. At least not for like ten seconds.

Galen—clearly the one with better eyesight here—pulled her up and placed a hand against her lower back to bend her over the lip of the desk. The most comfortable way to settle was with her knees on either side of Galen’s thighs, balanced precariously over his lap and the small gap between the desk and chair.

It put her on absolute display for him, and she shivered as he palmed her ass with both hands and kneaded her cheeks.

Maeve didn’t even know when he’d lifted her up to undo his pants and drag them halfway down his thighs, but all she knew was that he palmed her hips and pulled her back toward him. The blunt head of his cock poised at her core for a split second before he dragged her down onto him, plunging deep inside.

The fourth orgasm was the most powerful, as she finally had something to squeeze around and grind on as she whined. It tore through her with a force that left her legs weak after, but she knew they still weren’t done.

As soon as she stopped quivering around him, Galen lifted her up before guiding her back onto him with a hand on the small of her back.

Bracing her forearms on the desk, Maeve muffled her cries in her skin as Galen dragged her on and off him. With his size, any angle was a good angle, but every time she was pulled back onto his length, she felt the punch of him with every breath.

It was too much. It was way too much, the way her pulse thrummed through every part of her body and rushed in her ears. But it was too fucking good to stop, and they were already more than halfway there, and every time she moved, her breasts dragged against the desk, the metal of her piercings clicking against the wood and adding even more kerosene to the fire she couldn’t control even if she wanted to.

Burning up from the inside out, Maeve bounced on Galen’s cock with his help, though he wasn’t allowing her to go any slower or faster than he wanted.

“You feel so good,” Maeve breathed, trying to tilt her hips for more leverage.

Galen knocked his elbow against her knee, making her lose her balance and sink farther down on his cock. “Don’t rush,” he warned.

“Okay, okay, okay,” she promised, slowing back down to the pace he wanted.

It made her simmer. Like she was stuck in limbo and unable to drag herself closer to orgasm but unable to stop because it felt too good, and she swore if she just had… something, she could come again and—

It hit her out of nowhere, as Galen’s hands suddenly tightened on her hips and held her in place while he bucked up into her, fucking her through the warm wave of the fifth with sharp, delightfully harsh movements. Their skin smacked together, filling the room with such urgency, such volume, she feared someone would come knocking to see what the hell they were doing.

His tail curled around her thigh, the spade dragging up her skin closer and closer. He dipped it between her thighs, brushed with the lightest pressure over her clit, and dragged the sixth from her with a surprised shout and a jolt. Her eyes fluttered closed as he strummed her clit along with his movements, shaking in his lap. Then he spun her around until she was staring down at him, barely lit from the light beneath the doorway.

She tilted her head back as he entered her again. Maeve began rocking on him, chasing the last one because she knew he was going to give it to her.

“You have to come too,” Maeve demanded raggedly, nails digging into his shoulders. Her breath punched from her throat with each thrust. “Please, please, please, I wanna feel you inside me.” The words forced themselves between her teeth as she battled with oversensitivity.

It occurred to her that she could fake it. Whose idea was it to go for seven? Maeve didn’t even know if she could have another one.

But she listened to Galen’s mumbled words in the background. How she was being so good for him and how much he loved this, each sweet praise paired with a kick of his hips.

And somehow, Maeve reached that final orgasm with a cry of relief as its gentle warmth filled her from head to toe. Body tensing, cunt pulsing around his cock, Maeve still had the sense to reach up and wrap her hands around Galen’s horns, holding them as she rocked her hips against him.

His groan was muffled in her neck as his pace faltered. She clung to Galen with what little sense she had left as he followed after her, filled her, warm and soothing, like a balm to the fire she couldn’t resist playing with. Her eyes drifted closed as her body officially melted, slumping against Galen’s chest.

“That’s right, baby,” Galen cooed, kissing his way across her chest and throat.

She untangled her fingers from Galen’s horns, limp with bliss. They breathed together for a long moment, Galen peppering little kisses all over her face, until she pushed him away with a giggle. Blinking up at him, she tried to clear the fog of pleasure.

Until the only thing left was one glaring realization that jolted into her with the ooze of horror.

“Galen,” she whispered. “I left the puppies locked in our room.”

So that was how Maeve got carried out of Hell tucked against Galen’s chest, hidden by his wings so she could go rescue her favorite pillow from the sharp teeth of demon puppies.