Page 117 of Monsters Wear Crowns
I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, soft and wet, letting my tongue swirl in lazy circles. His breath caught. A quiet groan slipped from his throat, and his free hand threaded into my hair. I let my other hand slip into my pajama shorts, finding the ache between my thighs and pressing my fingers to my clit. I moaned around him, the vibration making him groan, his hips jerking toward my mouth.
“Jesus Christ, Adela,” he chuckled, breathless, his body tightening. “You’re gonna make me burn the damn food.”
I glanced up at him, eyes gleaming, and took him deeper, relaxing my throat as I slid down further. His grip in my hair tightened, his control slipping. I knew he wanted to fuck my face, but he let me set the rhythm. I dipped two fingers inside myself, slick and ready, while my palm circled over my clit. The filthy sound of my mouth on him, the smell of garlic and heat, the low rasp of his voice–it all blended into something primal.
“Look at me,” Rafe growled, tugging my head back just enough to force our eyes to meet. I obeyed. Those cold blue eyeswere half-lidded with pleasure, with hunger. “You’re such a good girl.”
I smiled, then took him deep again, letting my throat clench around him.
Heshuddered. “Fuck–ohfuck,” he whimpered, and the sound destroyed me.Ihad made him whimper. That raw, helpless sound ripped through me. I moaned, shuddering as my orgasm crested. My thighs trembled, my fingers never slowing. He felt it. Heard it.
“Oh mygod,” he breathed, drawing the words out in a ragged exhale. “Dinner’s almost done, baby…” He said it like a warning. Like he was trying to keep it together.
I didn’t stop. I wanted to watch him come undone. His breaths grew faster, more ragged. His thighs flexed under my hands.
“Shit, baby, I’m gonna–” His voice broke off as his hand cradled the back of my head. I doubled down, taking him as deep as I could, moaning softly as I dug my nails into his thighs.
“Adela–fuck,” he groaned, his muscles going tight, cock jerking in my mouth as he spilled down my throat.
He shook, just slightly, as I swallowed every drop, his hand still cradling me like I was something precious. And when I finally pulled back, licking my lips, he looked down at me like he was completelywrecked.
And maybe…a little in love.
He didn’t say a word at first–just reached down, caught me beneath the arms, and pulled me up to my feet in one fluid motion. Before I could even catch my breath, his hand was between my thighs, cupping me through the thin fabric of my shorts.
I gasped.
His fingers pressed against the soaked material, slow and firm. “I can't resist this wet pussy,” he growled against my neck. “Christ, baby.”
I shivered, pulse thundering, and tried to find my voice. “If you keep touching me,” I managed, “the food’s going to get cold.”
He chuckled, his mouth brushing my jaw, lips teasing my ear. “That’s fine,” he murmured, voice all gravel and heat. “I don’t need very long.”
Andgod,I knew it was true. His cock was still hard, pressing into me like his body hadn’t even flinched after coming down my throat. He flicked the dial on the stove, adjusting the setting to keep the food warm without burning it.
Then he turned to me with dark, hooded eyes, and everything inside me clenched in anticipation. “Come here.”
He grabbed my waist, spun me around, and bent me over the edge of the kitchen island. My palms hit the cool countertop. I barely had time to suck in a breath before he yanked my shorts down and–
He rammed into me.
Icried out,the force of it knocking the air from my lungs. My body jolted forward, and his hand clamped down on my hip to keep me right where he wanted me. He didn’t give me time to adjust. Didn’t give me a moment to think.
He justfuckedme.
Fast, hard, brutal.
My mindreeled.How could he go again so easily? How could he still feel so thick, so hard, like he hadn’t just come minutes ago? But Rafe wasn’t like other men. He was carved from darkness, violence, and sin. His stamina was vicious, and his grip was unforgiving. He buried himself inside me, each thrust deeper than the last, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the open kitchen.
“Fuck,” he growled, pounding into me, his hand sliding up my back and tangling in my hair to yank my head back. “You feel even tighter like this. You gonna come again for me, sweetheart?”
I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t think. Could onlyfeel.Pleasure curled sharp and dizzying in my belly, heat blooming between my legs, every nerve on fire. I moaned his name–sobbedit–and that seemed to break something in him.
He slammed into me one last time, deep and hard, holding me there as he spilled inside me with a raw, guttural sound.
I felt everything.
The heat.
