Page 8 of Monsters Carve Thrones
His grip tightened as he kissed me again, slower and deeper. Every pass of his tongue, every bite of his teeth, pushed me further out of my mind. He tasted like mint and darkness and absolute control.
I tried to pull him close, but he gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head.
“No,” he growled, eyes burning into mine. “You wanted dominance. You married it.”
God, I was unraveling. He knew exactly what I needed, even before I did. My whole body desperately ached for him.
He slid down to his knees, bunching my dress around my waist, and kissed the inside of my thigh. I could barely suck in a breath before his tongue slid over my clit. He didn’t let up, not once. I cried out for him, hands twisted in his hair, hips bucking helplessly as wave after wave crashed through me. He held me still through it all, growling something obscene when I begged, again, again, again.
When he finally rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, I was trembling. And he wasn’t even close to done.
He unfastened his belt slowly, those heavy-lidded eyes sweeping over my flushed face. “Hands on the seat. Back arched.Now.”
My body moved before my brain caught up, sinking into the soft leather while his hand slid up my spine in one stroke.
“You’re going to cum for me every fucking day,” he whispered into my ear, lining himself up. His thickness was hot, pushing just the tip inside me. “On my cock. On my tongue. Onmy goddamn fingers. Hell, even on my thigh when your eager ass rides it in bed at night. Got that?”
I nodded furiously, panting at his cock now working its way deeper.
And then he slammed his hips against my ass, finally seating himself fully. I yelped at the sudden burn of intrusion. The rest was a blur of motion and sound. Of sharp cries and filthy praise. Of dominance and surrender and so much pleasure I thought I’d pass out from it.
His hands tightened on my hips as he pounded into me, every thrust a claim, every growl in my ear another layer of madness. I could barely breathe. This was heaven and hell, and I was drowning in both.
“Goddammit, Dela,” he rasped against my shoulder, and I shattered again, my body arching, trembling, convulsing around him as I screamed his name. From behind, he tugged the neckline of my dress down, exposing my breasts.
“Ugh, baby, you’re so fucking perfect.” His fingers dug into my skin as he expertly rode out my orgasm. He pulled out at the last second, chest heaving, his muscles taut and twitching with restraint as his hand wrapped around himself. His fingers fisted in my hair while he pushed me onto my knees. “Eyes up here, baby.”
I did as he asked. I watched him stroke his cock, his other hand forcing my gaze to his. A few rough strokes and then–
He groaned, shooting his load all over me. It was hot and thick, painting my chest in messy streaks. My eyes widened, my heart hammering as I watched him–my husband–watchingme.
There was something in the way his icy eyes raked over me. He leaned in and rubbed it across my breasts, his fingers moving in lazy circles as I twitched beneath him, every nerve ending still lit like a live wire. I was shaking, gasping, strung outand wrecked, and more in love with him than I’d ever been in my life.
“You look so good covered in me,” he said roughly, his voice low and satisfied. “Might make a habit of it.”
I laughed, dazed and high from pleasure.
“Stand up,” he commanded, holding out his hand to help me up.
My legs shook beneath me as I eased to my feet.I loved him like this. Bossy.
“Good girl,” he murmured, dragging his fingers, still covered in his release, down my stomach. “Can’t allow this pussy to get away withoutanyof my cum.”
Holy shit.My knees nearly buckled when he plunged his fingers inside of me. An embarrassing sound escaped me when he placed his forearm across my chest, trapping me against the wall.
“That’s my girl,” he growled, fucking me with his cum-soaked fingers before pulling out and leaving me panting and desperate for more.
“What the fuck,” I whined.
He chuckled, wiping his hand on a towel before cleaning my chest. “Don’t worry, little doe. We’ll finish that later.”
We were just cleaning up when the pilot announced we were nearing the island. God, I was so excited to get railedeverygoddamn day. And to see what filth he had planned for me.
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RAFE
The ocean was silent in a way cities could never be. No sirens, no traffic. Just wind, waves, and the sound of her laughter echoing off the palm trees like a damn symphony. I stood barefoot on the wooden deck of the villa, shirtunbuttoned, watching Adela in the distance with her feet in the surf, her light blue kimono blowing in the breeze. She wore a stunning black bikini underneath.
