Nyla’s POV
He's standing at his full height, all eight feet of him, and I'm dangling in the air with one of his massive hands wrapped around my waist like I weigh nothing. My feet don't touch the ground. My hands don't reach anything.
I'm held in the grip of a demon with my back to his chest and his c**k pressing against my p***y from behind, and I am completely, entirely at his mercy.
He pushes inside me and the scream that tears from my throat fills every room of my apartment. My walls stretch around him, and the magic hums warm through my body. I feel him sinking deeper than any position tonight because gravity is pulling me down onto his c**k while his hand holds me steady.
"There it is," he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my spine. "That sound. Every human woman
