Page 109 of The Monster and the Last Blood Match

He seemed to have the same idea as he hoisted her into his arms and carried her across the room. A dim light at the back of her mind realized that he was taking her into his bedroom, a place where she had been expressly forbidden.

Her heart soared with the barriers that had been cleaved this evening. He had been true to his word about her seeing only the man from the rooftop. She had been hesitant about it before, but now he truly trusted her with his deepest, darkest secret. A secret that both shocked and thrilled her.

Beckham pushed open the door to his bedroom, and Reyna stared in awe. His room was more like a wing of a house. It was all glass everywhere, and it was clear that this side of the penthouse had been redesigned to his specifications. There was a separate room to the left for his home office and a sprawling bathroom next to a massive walk-in closet full of expensive designer suits and ties. His room faced the city, and he had the most spectacular view, with a large open patio balcony. In the center of the room, where she couldn’t keep her eyes from being drawn, was a colossal all-white king-size bed.

“Wow,” she breathed, taking it all in.

Beckham laid her body out on his bed and ran his hands down her sides. “Welcome to my sanctuary.”

“Why do you never let anyone in here?”

He lifted her shirt and kissed his way from her stomach upward, dragging her shirt over her head. “I like my privacy.”

“Says the man with an all-glass view.”

“Who lives on the top floor.”

“True. Well, I think it’s beautiful.”

He leaned down and claimed her lips. “It’s yours.”

Their kiss was explosive. So much pent-up energy from the month came crashing down all at once. And it took everything in her not to rush him. She was desperate to feel him and know that he was hers and no one else’s. It wasn’t enough to know it in her mind. She wanted to feel it with her body and connect their souls.

She had never known anyone like this. All-consuming. The very thought of leaving him had been horrible. The idea that he didn’t want her…even worse. Now she was here and their lips were pressed together and everything was right in the world.

Reyna forced his suit jacket off of his broad shoulders, and it dropped heavily onto the floor below them. He sat up, wrenched the tie from around his neck, and tore his shirt open. Buttons pinged against the wall as his impatience won out. She reached forward and ran her nails down the front of his chest.

He was perfection. Toned and tight with the muscular physique of a god. She was used to the men back in the warehouses, and not one of them held a candle to Beckham.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he groaned as he flicked open the button of her jeans and dragged them off of her legs. “You have no idea how difficult it was when you came out dressed in nothing but lingerie.”

He reached for her leg and kissed up her calf. He hit her knee and let her leg rest on his shoulder as he trailed his lips along her inner thigh. Once he touched her underwear, she squirmed underneath him, ready for him to take her again, but he didn’t oblige her as he worked his lips down the other leg.

“Becks,” she moaned. “You weren’t the only one who found it hard to hold out. I was practically throwing myself at you.”

“Oh yes, I remember.”

He pulled her down roughly until her ass was resting on the end of the bed. Then he buried his face in her crotch.

“This in particular,” he said, breathing hot against her underwear and moving to flick his tongue over the vein in her leg.

Her moans grew louder, and she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to wait any longer. “Taste me. I know you want to.” Beckham tensed, but she met his eyes. “I trust you.”

“I don’t trust myself.”

“Please,” she begged. She wasn’t above begging for anything at this point.

She felt the smallest prick at her inner thigh, and then a flood of endorphins rushed her body. She shuddered. All of the blood flowed through her system, and everything was a total rush. Lying on the bed staring at the ceiling was a high. The feel of his coarse hands on her legs made her ache all over for him. Her head was both fuzzy and clearer than it had ever been before.

Then Beckham pulled back harshly. He stood a short distance away, breathing heavily and looking like he was torn between devouring her and running out of the room.

“That was heaven,” she breathed.

“Reyna, I can’t,” he stuttered. “It’s too dangerous.”

She was floating in a sea of desire, and everything felt right with the world. It had only been a couple of seconds, but it had been bliss. She felt herself coming back to reality. The shot of endorphins was wearing off so quickly.

Jesus Christ, no wonder people got addicted to this.

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