Page 11 of Monsters Carve Thrones
I shifted slightly, feeling the warmth of her body curled beside mine. Adela, my wife, my obsession. I looked down at her moonlit form, all smooth skin and dark lashes, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of her mouth even in sleep. She looked soft like this. Innocent, peaceful, andmine.
I reached under the sheet and wrapped my hand around my cock, already thick and hardening from nothing more than the sight of her. It was ridiculous how much I wanted her. Howoften. I had never felt like this about anyone before. But her? She killed me with a single look.
I rolled onto my side, careful not to wake her, my mind spiraling into a dark place. She was lying on her back, her face turned away, lips parted slightly in sleep. I let my fingers trail along her black, barely there silk tank top and the cute lacy underwear. I paused, biting my bottom lip, considering.She did say she wanted this. And shewasin her underwear.
I slid my hand beneath the waistband of her panties. The moment my fingers found her, warm and slick, I felt something primal claw up my spine. I bit back a groan in nearly painful anticipation. Her hips shifted subtly at my touch, her body reacting before her mind caught up.Good girl.
I pushed her tank top up over her breasts, my thumb grazing one nipple until it peaked under my touch. She moaned softly and arched toward me, still lost in sleep, but moving on instinct. I dragged the pad of my thumb over her clit in slow, deliberate circles, watching the way her thighs parted like she was inviting me in.
Christ.
I slipped one finger inside her, exhaling a shaky breath at how hot and tight her pussy was. My eyes rolled back just imagining how she’d feel wrapped around me. I added another finger, curling them just right. She clenched around me, a soft gasp slipping past her lips. Her thighs shifted, tensing, a quiet moan catching in her throat as her head tilted toward me. Her brows pinched like pleasure was dragging her up from sleep. I pumped my fingers, pressing into that perfect spot I knew would make her come. The slick sound of it was obscene in the stillness of dim morning. I swore under my breath with a low, guttural exhale, then slowly peeled her underwear down her thighs.
Dragging my mouth along her knee, I took my time positioning myself between her legs. My cock throbbed, thickand aching. I kissed up her belly, found her throat, and let my teeth scrape gently across her skin.
Then I pressed into her, inch by inch until I was fully buried inside. I still wasn’t sure if she was pretending to sleep or truly floating in that warm haze between dreams and consciousness.
Didn’t matter.
Her body responded instantly, welcoming me.
She shifted as I began to move with deep, slow strokes that drew soft sounds from her mouth. Her hips rolled, her full breasts brushing my chest with every thrust. I glanced down at her flat stomach and the cute belly piercing of a palm tree. She’d gotten that right before our wedding. I bit back a groan, sinking into her heat, pulling out, then in deep again. The feel of her under me, pliant and warm, was enough to make me see stars.
Fuck.
I continued with slow movements for a while, savoring how tight she felt.God, she was always so fucking tight.It took everything I had not to lose control, not to pound into her like an animal. But I held steady. Let her feel every inch of me. Let the tension coil a little further. But when her body started to shudder, when she gasped and clenched around me, I couldn’t hold back anymore. My rhythm broke. I drove into her harder, rougher, chasing the end I’d held back for too long. I didn’t care if she woke up, now.
Then I let go.
With a groan torn from my chest, I emptied inside her, hips grinding down, burying myself as deep as I could go. Her name burned in my throat.
Afterward, I kissed her temple, breath still ragged, and collapsed beside her, one arm slung over her waist.
She suddenly made a cute sound and tucked herself into my side, one hand splayed over my chest, her breath slowing. Istared at the moon’s reflection rippling across the sea, my hand stroking slowly up and down her back.
Jesus, that was hot as fuck. I loved the idea of being able to take her whenever I wanted. She knew she could do that to me any time. “I love you,Dela,” I whispered quietly.
For a moment, I didn’t think she’d respond. And that shehadremained sleeping. But she nestled a little closer with a soft sigh. “I love you too,nightmare.”
My heart stuttered, and I laughed quietly into the darkness.
Chapter 3
ADELA
(TW: CNC - Consensual non-consent)
The days passed in a blur of sun-drenched skin, salt on my lips, and the sound of Rafe’s stress-free laughter. It was amazing, spending this time together. There was no danger, no enemies or worries.
We swam in crystal-blue coves, his hands always on me in a loving, teasing way. We ate like royalty, barefoot and glowing beneath the setting sun, our plates filled with grilled seafood and sweet fruit, wine poured into our glasses like we had nowhere else to be but here. And we didn’t. We had ten whole days of just us. Ten whole days of no one watching. No one needing anything.
However, something was missing.
He hadn’t made good on his promise.
Each morning, I woke with a pulse between my thighs and the lingering memory of his hand around my throat, whispering that he wanted to chase me. Take me. Catch me.
I’d been waiting.
