FREAKY AFTER DARK : Paranormal collection
She could feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing against her stomach through his jeans, already rock-hard and straining.
Maya yanked at his shirt, pulling it over his head in one rough motion. His chest was broad, inked with swirling black designs that seemed to shift slightly under her fingertips, like living shadows.
Small horns curved from his forehead now, dark and glossy, and a sleek black tail flicked behind him, the tip brushing her calf teasingly.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” she breathed, nails raking down his abs.