AN: Prepare for some hardcore demon sex. I listened to the song at the top while writing this and it was just yes.

I felt his palm caress mine, the cold metal of his ring grazing against my skin as we slowly intwined our fingers together while I held my breath, my body stiffening along with Harry's.

The pain never came.

I opened one eye, only to find Harry doing the same before we blinked in shock, gawking at our intwined hands in disbelief.

"Any pain?" We asked eachother in unison before we both quickly shook our heads, our breaths hitching as large relieved smiles spread across our faces.

"It worked! It really worked oh my god!" I exclaimed in pure joy, taking his other hand so we were just holding hands like teenage fangirls as we shot up from the bed, jumping up and down and squealing together.

"Wait- what the fuck am I doing holding your hands? Come here." Harry said, stopping our celebration as he pulled me into a tight hug, our arms immediatly embracing one another as I smiled into his chest while he buried his face in the crook of my neck, small laughs escaping our mouths as I sniffed, trying to wipe at my tears.

"I'm so happy." I confessed, finding it impossible to drop the smile on my face as he grinned down at me, the tip of his nose running along the side of my neck as we held eachother, my hand that was fisting his shirt moving over to trace over his sharp jawline then up to his flawless face as he peered down at me in admiration.

"I missed this." He breathed, placing his forehead against mine, my eyes fluttering close in content as he cupped my face with his free hand, running his thumb over my cheek in a gentle manner as his other arm slung around my waist, keeping my body pressed to his as I enjoyed the feeling of being so close with him again.

"Me too." I agreed, my voice just below a whisper as I watched his gaze fall to my lips, our eyes hooded with desire before he leaned down and kissed me in quick teasing pecks making me laugh against his mouth before I wrapped my arms around his neck for more.

"Now I can do this yeah?" He said with a smirk, grabbing my face as I screwed my eyes shut when he began to shower my forehead, cheeks, and nose with kisses as I playfully tried to move away.

"And then I can do this." I told him once he was done, grabbing a fistful of his hair from behind and pushing him down so our mouths would meet in a real passionate kiss, one that had his soft lips molding against mine as he let out a deep groan of approval from the back of his throat, his fingers digging into my back, holding me closer if that was even possible as both of our breathings increased.

"Hey! I heard you guys were playing monopoly! I call being the car!" Vampire Harry burst into the room along with the Psycho and Assassin, all three Harrys immediatly being shoved back into the hallway by an invisible source before the door of Demon Harry's room automatically slammed close, the lock turning and keeping them out by itself as I smiled against Harry's lips, the both of us not breaking away from our kiss as I spotted his hand that was controlling the door lower.

"That was not monopoly!" The Psycho's muffled voice exclaimed through the walls.

"He's right, maybe we should- we should play monopoly." I breathed out, trying to tease Harry as he began to leave needy kisses over my neck, his hands going up my shirt and laying purchase on my chest making me let out a small whimper.

"Only if you let me pin you against the wall again." Harry requested, his voice much huskier than normal as his lips grazed my ear, causing chills to run down my spine as I clutched on to him.

"Wouldn't have it any other way." I admitted with a laugh before he brought his large hands under my thighs, holding me up and doing just that as he pressed me against the wall, quickly attaching our lips once again as we reached for eachother's clothes, his hands desperate to rid me of my shirt as I went for his belt.

I let out a small dazed gasp when Harry had torn through my shirt, leaving me in my bra as I gawked at the shredded attire in his hand, his claws evident in the flimsy scrap of material.

I looked at his face, his shocked expression mimicking mine only he was looking at my hand, making me follow his gaze as my eyes widened at the sight of his belt, claws of my own half embedded into the thick leather before the metal of the buckle tore and fell to the ground by how quickly I removed it.

"I'm going to be completely honest with you... I am thoroughly turned on." Harry breathed, meeting my gaze as our chests rose and fell.

"Y-your tattoos!" I pointed out, dropping his belt in shock when I noticed the ink design slowly snake upwards until they were on his neck, expanding there before Harry took his shirt off over his head, gazing down at the tattoos that were spreading over his toned chest and arms in a rather calm demeanor.

"It's normal. It's to show dominance before we.... well." He blew out an awkward breath, discarding his shirt to the floor as I slowly nodded, keeping my eyes trained on his exposed sinfully inked skin.

"You have to know that the first time I made love to you, I was holding back-"

"You were holding back? You broke the headboard and the condom- and ultimately my vagina sort of- I don't know I was too hung up on the fact that you were a Prince Demon after we had sex but I was really sore." I told him, giving him a look as he ran his hand through his hair, his adams apple bobbing up and down as he eyed me.

"You don't understand Liza. Demons do have mates but the relationship is solely based on lust so when they fuck, it's hard and rough. It's not making love it's claiming one another as theirs. Our relationship gave us pain because for us it's more than lust but you have no idea- half of me wants to be sweet and gentle to you- but the other half, my demon half is just-" Harry began, rubbing his face in frustration, the taught muscles in his arms flexing involuntarily as I held my ground.

"I get it. Demon sex is rough I've already gotten the 101. But I am ready." I told him, straightening my posture as I wondered if I was trying to convince him or myself.

"Look behind you." Harry said, nodding his head towards the wall before I turned, my eyes widening in surprise when I saw a dent in the barrier.

"Holy shit- I didn't even feel that."

"Our bodies are more durable than the regular human's, which means if we do this- there will be a lot of collateral damage..." Harry explained, looking around the room as I followed his gaze.

"To this room?"

"To this building." He corrected, a seductive smirk slowly forming on his face when he gauged my reaction.

"You have to tell me if you really want to do this with me again Lady Liza, because this time," He began, rubbing the palms of his hands together as he took a few steps back, creating a fair amount of space between us.

"I won't be holding back and I'll claim you as mine." Harry finished, his dark eyes locking with mine before he ran his tongue over his slightly swollen lips as I focused on the sharp fangs that were somewhat peeking out from his mouth.

I didn't answer him for a while, just blinked at him in shock as I tried to process his words.

I stood there and thought about it.

Then I caught Harry off guard and tackled him, latching my lips to his.

His eyes widened before he wrapped his arms around me and spun so I would hit the floor making me close my eyes as I prepared for my back to meet the cool hard wood of the ground only for a black smoke to surround us, leaving me to fall against the soft cushions of Harry's mattress as the smoke dispersed and he quickly pinned me to his bed, kissing and nibbling my lower lip as he quickly tugged the waistband of my shorts down.

We just transported to the bed.

I am so ready for this.

The room was filled with our labored breathing and Harry's persistent impatient grunts as I unzipped him, tugging on his pants while he tore my bra off, the straps snapping and breaking away leaving me exposed to the demon himself as his hot mouth traveled all over my skin, sucking on that sweet spot right below my jaw that left me arching my back in pleasure before slowly trailing down to leave teasing licks on the skin of my breasts.

"You're my queen. You know that right- doesn't matter when, where, what century we're in, you are my queen and you always will be." He breathed, nipping at my already bruising skin as I let out small desperate cries, his hands holding my wrist to the bed leaving me completely helpless underneath his body.

I nodded my head, whatever sentence that was about to leave my mouth turning into a surprised moan when Harry's large hand cupped me between my legs, running his fingers against my clothed underwear as my body shook at the sensation.

"I want you to sit on my face." He whispered into my ear, kissing my flushed cheek as he discarded me of my last item of clothing, tossing my underwear to the floor leaving me absolutely bear beneath him as my head shot up from the bed.

"You want me to what?" I asked in a breathless voice, my protests immediatly being hushed by Harry's lips as he kissed me, delving his warm tongue into my mouth as he continued to touch me.

"I want to please you." Was his only response before he rose off my body, leaving me there panting as I watched him situate himself to the front of the bed near the headboard, laying down with his bulge evident and straining through his boxers as he sent me an expectant look while I blinked at him in confusion.

"Um... whaattt..."

"Sit on my face and hold on to the headboard." He explained in a casual tone, as if he was telling me the sky was blue while my eyes widened at his words.

"Do you want a death wish or something? I could suffocate you- like you could die- I could crush you like that. That- that is not healthy! Not healthy!" I told him, beginning to hypervenilate as I frantically pointed at him, only making him smirk as he waited patiently for me to calm down.

"Tell me Lady Liza," He began, propping himself up with his elbow as I eyed his deliciously sculpted tan chest and stomach.

"What does royalty usually sit on?" Harry asked with a tilt of his head.

"A throne." I answered, confused as to where he was going with this as he smiled.

"Exactly, a beautiful Queen always deserves a throne worthy of her. But I unfortunately have none for you in this era," Harry began before he sat himself up, leaning forward until his lips were at my ear and his warm breath was fanning against my sensitive skin.

"Let my face be your throne." He requested, my head snapping to the side to meet his gaze to check if he was serious or not.

He was.

And I was absolutely frozen in shock.

"My vagina will kill you." I blurted out in horror, making him chuckle as he pulled me in to give me a quick kiss on the lips before he layed back down, keeping his eyes on me.

"Just trust me on this my lady," He persuaded, grabbing my ankle and pulling me closer until I was straddling him.

"Now, hold on to the headboard and let me serve you." He instructed in a smooth charming voice, taking my hand and kissing the back of it before he brought it up the headboard in front of me as I gulped, following his orders and jumping slightly when he situated my body on top of him, his breath hitting the exposed skin between my thighs as my breathing increased.

"Ha- okay wait abort. Nevermind I'm going to accidently suffocate you or something's gonna go wrong so let me just go and we can have nice safe missionary sex or even monopoly-" The rest of my suggestion died in my throat as I let out a cry of pleasure and surprise, my head tilting up to the cieling and my grip tightening on the headboard when I felt Harry begin his pleasuring.

He kissed my thighs, nipping and sucking to leave sporadic love bites over my brown skin before he gripped onto my ass, pulling me down to his mouth as I let out a strangled moan, his warm mouth immediatly going to work, licking and sucking as I arched my back at the pleasure that was building throughout my whole body.

I felt him groan against me, against my tortured exposed skin that he was continuously lashing out on, his tongue soothing yet increasing the burn and heat as I unconsciously grinded down onto his face, making him let out a hum of approval.

Maybe if I wasn't so caught up in the complete euphoria Harry's tongue was giving me I would've noticed the lights flickering, or the television turning on and off until it was just a static white blur on the screen before I let out another cry and dug my claws into the headboard, hearing the wood splinter as I split it in half right as I came, falling back on the bed making sure not to suffocate my Prince as he sat himself up, going back down on me and burying his face between my legs even my post orgasmic state.

Demon sex was rough.

And this was only the foreplay.

I'm sorry father for I have sinned.

"Oh god- sensitive. Sensitive." I repeated, screwing my eyes shut and fisting the sheets before I grabbed a fistful of Harry's tossled brown hair, bringing his face up from between my legs as I opened my eyes, only to find him smirking as he slowly wiped at the side of his mouth with his thumb before he brought it to his lips, sucking on it with his gaze still locked on mine.

"Can't help it. You taste so-"

"Tell me I taste good or sweet and I'll backflip off this bed. It's a vagina Harry, not a jolly rancher." I told him with a blank expression, still holding onto a few locks of his hair as he blushed.

"You taste terrible." He said, making a show of scrunching his face up in a playful manner before we both laughed.

"Better." I smiled, ruffling his hair as he grinned, leaning forward and kissing me on my lips.

You know, the one on my face.

"You ready to break the furniture?" He asked with a raise of his brow, pulling away as he hooked his fingers into the band of his boxers before he brought them down in one swift movement as I smiled and looked at the split headboard.

"Eh, how rough can it get."

Answer.

Really rough.

The bed retracted back a few feet away from the wall, like the bed itself actually slid across the floor a few feet away from it's normal position before slamming back into the dented wall, the split and already damaged headboard falling apart even more, splintering and breaking against the chipped wall with each of Harrys thrusts.

I could see the dangling lights above us violently shake on the ceiling, flickering and moving as I wrapped my legs around Harry's toned waist, his mouth at my ear as he praised me in French, going down on me over and over, never letting our sweat clad bodies separate as I watched all the objects on the furniture fall, the lamp shade falling and smashing to the floor along with whatever else was on the nightstands as I ran my claws down his back, causing him to let out a low moan, pounding into me faster.

Even in his most primal animalistic state in bed Prince Harry's hand that was pinning my wrists to the bed traveled up to my palm, holding my hand against the bed as he drove himself into me, speaking roughly in my ear about things that made me flush on the spot as he intwined our fingers, just like he did before.

I was arching my back, screaming Harry's name in full blown ecstacy only to realize I wasn't the only one screaming as I heard people outside and in the hallway yelling "earthquake" making me realize that it wasn't my imagination, that Harry was without a doubt shaking the whole building with his rough actions.

Woah.

I wanna do that.

Right before Harry could bite my shoulder blade I flipped us over, now straddling him and taking control as he eyed me, his eyes now fully and completely black, claws portruded out and his fangs slightly bared and by the reflection in his ominous gaze, I looked just the same, two demons claiming and fucking for dominance as he gripped my hips and I pushed at his chest, going up and down on him.

The legs of the bed gave way, causing me to let out a cry as I took Harry deeper when the mattress collapsed to the ground before he gripped my hair, holding me in place as he thrusted his hips upward to meet mine all while I repeatedly sunk down, lowering my head and sinking my teeth into the skin of his neck as he tilted his head back and groaned, thrusting into me faster before a constant creaking sound was heard.

Harry's hands traveled down to grope my ass, my legs shaking before I released my teeth from his neck to let out one last cry of pleasure before I came, feeling him wrap his arms around my waist and keeping me close, our bare chests pressed against one another before he followed suit, lifting me before bringing me down on him one last time as I felt him release inside me while he buried his face into my breasts, muffling his own satisfied groans.

That's when the floor broke.

The bed fell through the ground and to the floor below us, crashing through drywall and bursting pipes before the dust cleared and we found ourselves still clutching to the mattress, me still straddling Harry's lap, my tired, spent, naked body collapsing on top of his as one of the tenants, a tall lanky man pouring himself a cup of coffee gawked at the chaotic mess and rubble in the middle of his living room.

"Hi..." Harry and I said in unison, the both of us breathless and panting, not even bothering to move off the mattress in the center of his flat as he blinked at us with wide eyes, still pouring coffee into his overfilling cup as a few drops of water leaked from one of the broken pipes above.

"Now that my friends," We heard a voice from above, making Harry and I tilt our heads up to find Vampire Harry peeking his head out from the large gaping hole in the ceiling where we fell from as he took his sunglasses off to smirk down at us.

"Is what you call demon sex." He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest before the Assassin and Psycho's heads slowly appeared, peering down at us around the hole above in shock.

"Well shit, forget joining those two. My dick would've been obliterated." Psycho commented in disbelief, scratching at his head as Demon Harry chuckled, hugging me closer to his body and bringing the duvet up over to cover me as I smiled and leaned against his chest before the random tenant whose place we crashed exploded.

"Who even are you people!?"

AN: Because I promised demon sex and there will be one more smut scene before this book ends for plot purposes I guess.

Or cause I'm horny.

Or both.

I just noticed that everytime my characters in my stories have sex something bad always happens.

Like man, can't my characters just get dicked down without any drama ugh boo me.

Don't worry next chapter is nice.

After that shit's gonna be spiralling down into chaos.

Okayyyyy have a nice dayyyyyyyyy