Page 73 of The Monster and the Last Blood Match

He groaned into her mouth. She could tell he was fighting with his inner demons, and she felt horrible but she hoped they won out. She wanted him so desperately. She ached for him. There was no second-guessing this decision. He grabbed the backs of her legs and hoisted them up around his waist. She gasped, and a devilish smile crossed his face. She liked his forcefulness, when he so often pushed her away.

Beckham carried her through the rooftop garden. He reached a large circular lounger and carefully laid her back on the plush cushion. Her body was flushed even in the chilled air, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the gorgeous man in front of her. She didn’t even want to blink, for fear that all of this would disappear and she would wake up in her bedroom, aching for him all over again.

His hands crawled up her legs, then her stomach, across her sides, and then up to her face. He cupped her cheeks in his strong hands. He was in complete control, and she surrendered power at the touch of his hand.

“You disarm me, Little One.”

She broke into a smile. “And here I thought I was the one tangled in your web.”

“Oh, what a tangled web we weave,” he murmured, planting soft kisses down the hollow of her throat.

She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, ignoring the deception laced in his words. He kissed back down her front and then ran his fingers up her inner thighs. She trembled under his practiced touch. She couldn’t even be embarrassed that she was so ready for him.

When his mouth replaced his fingers, she had to do everything in her power to keep from bucking against him and begging for him to take her. His lips reached the hem of the black dress she was wearing. He bunched the material around her hips, leaving her exposed to him, all save for her tiny silk thong that she had already soaked through.

“You smell incredible,” he groaned, running his nose the rest of the way up her leg to the edge of her panties.

She tightened as desire raged through her.

“Would you like me to taste you?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. Fuck, did sheeverwant him to taste her.

“You know there’s the most incredible artery in your inner thigh.” He spread her legs wider and ran his teeth lightly along the spot. Her legs shook with anticipation. “I can almost smell the blood pumping through your body this close to the skin.”

He nipped at her lightly, and she nearly lost it there. She almost prayed he would break the skin so he would get over his aversion to drinking from her. She was ready. She was well past ready.

“Becks,” she moaned.

His hand grasped the soft fabric of her thong. She heard the material snap apart, and then he ran a finger down her folds. “My two favorite things all in one place.”

He spread her lips wide and then pushed two fingers deep inside of her. She arched her back off of the lounger at the feel of him penetrating her. Then his tongue swirled around her clit, and she thought she might actually combust. He languidly pumped his fingers in and out, building her pleasure while his tongue flicked against her.

Reyna dug her fingers into the material of the lounger. She couldn’t even think properly. All that she felt was the work Beckham was doing to her body. It was hard to believe this was happening, let alone on the rooftop under the starlight.

In a matter of minutes, her walls clenched almost painfully around his fingers.

Her breathing was ragged as she said, “Becks, I’m so close.”

He thrust into her faster at her comment. “Good,” he growled. “Come for me.”

Her body shuddered at his command and obeyed as his fingers hit just the right spot. She came undone at the skill of his hands and lay back panting, shaking, practically intoxicated from her climax.

“Come here,” she pleaded breathily, reaching out for him.

He didn’t move, and she hastily sat up and unfastened his belt. Her hands deftly unbuttoned his pants and slid down the zipper. She reached her hand over the band of his boxer briefs and trailed her fingers lightly along the sensitive skin. She could feel how hard he was for her through the material. It made her want him even more, knowing how much he clearly desired her. She moved her hand down farther and brushed against the head. He jerked against her and then grabbed her wrist forcefully.

“Stop.”

“What?” She looked up at him, confused.

“Reyna, just stop.”

“Stop?” she asked as if she didn’t understand the word.

“Yes. Stop. That’s enough.” He took a step away from her and fixed his pants.

“What the fuck?” she asked. “Why are you stopping?”

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