Page 32 of Monsters in Love

The moment I had seen her, I had known.

I had been shocked. She had slipped into the library without either of us noticing. It wasn't until she'd entered the labyrinth that her presence had overwhelmed the two of us.

Now, the clock was ticking. We were safe in our makeshift bedroom for now, but we would need to move soon before one of the other creatures came after us.

Wewouldget out.

I was determined to see the colors of sunrise again. I craved to sprawl out beneath the stars, to lie in fields with morning dew, to dance in the rain.

I missed the outside world. A world that I hadn't cherished until Andrew and I had been stolen from it. I yearned to see all of the wild changes that Catherine had spoken to Andrew and me about.

I knelt in front of Daphne, spreading her legs so that I could tease her while she attempted to explain the book she was after. Andrew was listening to her intently while I was focused purely on making her scent rise again.

The moment we'd had while waiting for the dragon to pass had nearly broken me. If I weren't a gentleman, I would have ravished her there.

Fucking her against the bookshelves would have been magnificent, but I didn't want to scare her.

I didn't want her to run away from us.

But now, she had made it clear that she wanted us. She willingly spread her legs, her moan interrupting the words she poured out.

"I…ah, fuck…I don't know. The book sounded magical, and Catherine was pretty cryptic about it. I love books, so I had to see it. And a secret library?? Like what kind of— ah, fuck, Adam—" She bit her bottom lip as my hand grazed the apex of her thighs. Her fingers dug into the arms of the chair, her hips thrusting. "What kind of bibliophile could resist a secret library? I simply couldn't."

I would need to rid her of these pants.

It was interesting seeing a woman in pants. Catherine had told us that women didn't wear dresses as much, and I appreciated that evolution very much. It meant that I could see her curves. I wanted to sink my teeth into her flesh, to taste her core.

"The book is one I've never seen before," Andrew said. "But perhaps we can keep an eye out for it on our adventure. Are you certain you want this?"

I glanced up at him and smirked. He was fighting himself very hard, but he would lose.

"Yes. For the love of god, yes," she gasped.

Andrew's hand lifted, and he slid it around her neck, forcing her to continue to look up at him. "I have an appetite for obedience, Daphne. I have a thirst for seeing my lover beg. For making them ache for me. Do you understand, human?"

I unbuttoned her pants, and she automatically lifted, allowing me to pull them free. I blew out a hiss.

She wore black lace around her pussy, and her scent was mouth-watering. I could taste her even though my tongue had yet to touch her. Her thighs were beautifully plump, her skin striped here and there.

Andrew would have a pretty time with her.

"I understand," she rasped as she slid a hand down to her pussy. I grabbed her hand before she could touch herself, passing it to Andrew. He leaned in, capturing both of her hands and forcing them above her head.

Andrew chuckled, his eye darkening as he caved in to his lust. "If at any point, we are too much, you must tell us. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she whispered, whining.

"Adam, make her cum."

"Yes, sir," I whispered gleefully.

She squealed as I tore the lace, freeing her completely. She was beautiful, her pussy bright pink and slick. I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, sprinkling kisses on her stomach and inner thighs until pressing my nose against her core and breathing her in.

"Fuck, she smells good, Master," I mumbled.

"Master?" she echoed.

"In our everyday life, we are equals," Andrew said, explaining one of our relationship dynamics. "But when it comes to sex, Adam obeys me. I am his Master, and he will do whatever I ask. You will obey me too, Daphne," he said, the last sentence a soft command.

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