Page 21 of Brutal Monster
VANYA
Her bedroom is dark except for the city lights spilling through the windows. Moonlight washes across her king-sized bed—crisp white sheets against a backdrop of burgundy walls. Like the sky before dawn breaks.
I lay her down gently, watching her hair fan out across the pillow. For a moment, I just look at her—this woman who's consumed my thoughts, who's made me break my own rules about mixing business with pleasure.
"What?" she asks, her voice husky.
"You're beautiful." The words come out rough, honest.
A smile plays at the corner of her mouth. "Are you going to just look?"
I lean down, capture that smile with my lips. "I'm going to do much more than look."
My fingers find the remaining buttons of her blouse, working them open one by one. I peel the silk away from her skin, revealing a black lace bra beneath. The contrast against her golden skin takes my breath away.
"This too," I murmur, reaching behind her to unclasp it.
When her breasts spill free, I cup them in my palms, feeling their perfect weight. Her nipples harden under my touch. I lowermy head, take one into my mouth, and she arches beneath me with a gasp that sends heat straight to my groin.
"Vanya," she breathes, her hands in my hair.
I trail kisses down her stomach as I work open her pants, sliding them down her long legs along with her underwear. She kicks them away impatiently. Now she's completely naked, watching me with those green eyes that burn even in the dim light.
"You're wearing too many clothes," she says, reaching for my shirt buttons.
I catch her wrists, pin them gently above her head. "Patience."
"I'm not a patient woman."
"Tonight you will be." I kiss her deeply, feeling her surrender into it.
I take my time undressing, aware of her eyes tracking every movement. When I'm finally naked, I rejoin her on the bed, my body covering hers. The feel of her skin against mine is electric—better than I imagined during all those sleepless nights.
Her legs part for me, but it's an invitation I'm not ready to accept.Not yet.I want to savor this, want to learn every inch of her body before I claim it.
I kiss my way down her neck, between her breasts, across her stomach. Her breathing quickens as I move lower. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I look up at her face, wanting to see her expression as I taste her for the first time.
Her eyes are heavy-lidded, lips parted. She's magnificent.
I lower my head, run my tongue along her center. She bucks against my mouth with a sharp cry. The taste of her is intoxicating—better than the finest vodka, more addictive than power.
"Oh god," she moans as I explore her with my tongue.
I could stay here for hours, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her grip the sheets. But I have other plans. I pull away, earning a frustrated sound from her that turns to surprise as I flip onto my back.
"Come here," I command, guiding her to straddle my face.
She pauses briefly, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, before gracefully positioning herself above me. My hands firmly clasp her hips, guiding her down to meet my eager mouth. From this vantage point, every detail is laid bare—the subtle transformation of her expression as waves of pleasure cascade over her, her breasts gently swaying in rhythm with her movements, and the exquisite curve of her spine arching elegantly as she begins to rock against my tongue.
"Vanya,"
She gasps softly, as I devour her, consuming her slick pussy with an intensity that envelops us both.
"Oh fuck."
My fingers dig into the supple flesh of her ass, feeling the tension and warmth beneath my grip as I draw her closer. My tongue dances with purpose against her most sensitive spot, eliciting a symphony of gasps and moans. Her thighs, smooth and inviting, begin to quiver gently on either side of my face. The signs are unmistakable—she's teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
"Let go," I whisper against her. "I want to feel you come on my tongue."
