Page 31 of To Love a Monster
He kicks the door shut with his foot and drops my ass onto the mattress.Then his voice sharpens, cutting through the dark like a blade.
“Kneel.”
My body obeys before my mind can catch up, dropping to the edge of the bed with my eyes wide, and my breath shallow.He stands in front of me, towering and dangerous.
And then he unzips his jeans.His cock springs free, thick and hard, the size of it enough to make my lips part in shock.I swallow, already dizzy with want.
Oh, God.My mouth goes dry, then wet.A flicker of heat blooms low in my stomach, wicked and sharp, the ache curling through me like smoke.I swallow hard, lips parting as I stare unblinking.
He’s thick and heavy in his fist, the kind of size that promises a stretch I’ll feel in my spine.The kind that would ruin me for anyone else.And something about that, about knowing I’m not built for this but still want it, makes my thighs clench.
My tongue darts out before I can stop it, running around my bottom lip as I fight to act on pure instinct, desperate to taste.To please.I imagine him inside me, pushing slow at first, making me take every inch.The burn.The fullness.The moment where pain meets pleasure and becomes something unimaginable.
My hips shift, unconsciously seeking friction and he sees it.Smirking like he knows he’s already inside my thoughts.Like he knows exactly what I’m imagining.And he does.
“Open your mouth,” he growls, his hand fisting in my hair.“You want to please me, don’t you, baby?”I nod, lips parting as I lean forward, eager, reverent.
I look up as my fingers wrap around the base of him, my touch light and trembling with anticipation.He groans low and rough, like the sound’s been ripped from his chest.
“Fuck, just look at you,” he growls, hand tangling hard in my hair as I take the tip of him into my mouth.I look up at him through my lashes and I stroke him once.Twice.Just enough to feel the weight of him throb against my palm.“You’re so fucking sexy when you’re on your knees for me.”
My heart pounds and my lips part a little more to take more of him in.He’s hot, smooth, and heavy on my tongue.I can’t help but moan as I take in the taste of him.
He hisses through his teeth, his grip in my hair loosening and tightening in pulses as my mouth stretches wider, sliding down him slowly until my throat flutters around the length of him.
“Ah,fuck, Lila,” he curses, voice gone hoarse.“That mouth is made for this.Forme.”My cheeks hollow as I suck harder, finding a rhythm, eyes still locked to his and he watches me with that feral, starved intensity, like I’m the only thing in the world that exists.His thumb brushes over my jaw, then down my cheek, smearing the wet slick of spit and want across my flushed skin.
“You like this, don’t you?”he breathes, hips giving a slow thrust as I gag softly, then adjust to take him deeper.“You like choking on me, baby?”I moan around him, desperate and needy.And the vibration makes his whole body jerk.
He lets out a brutal sound, half growl, half praise, and tugs my hair back just enough to see the spit glistening at the corners of my lips, the wet heat of my mouth gloves around him like a promise.His thrusts grow more demanding, hand tightening even harder in my hair.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, eyes burning into mine.My lips are swollen, my breath ragged as I pull back from him, eyes glossy and wild.
He doesn’t let go of my hair.Just tugs gently now, forcing my gaze to lock with his again.“Now,” he commands, voice like smoke and steel, “show me how fucking desperate you are to come for me, baby.”
My hand trembles slightly as it slips between my thighs, still clothed in soaked fabric.I draw slow circles over my clit, my breath hitching at the contact.Nikolai doesn’t move, he just watches, his dark eyes fixed on me like I’m the most sinful thing he’s ever seen.
My fingers press harder and I decide to slip beneath the waistband of my tights.Skin to skin on wet heat.I gasp as I touch myself and spread my thighs wider, opening for him, offering him a front-row seat to my unraveling.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice low and wrecked.“Let me see how you fall apart.”
I moan, soft at first.Then louder as the rhythm builds, friction slick and fast.My hips buck into my hand and my breath shatters.Every nerve is alight, every drag of my fingers a flame.
My other hand grips him tighter, pumping the length of him as I get close.So close.And still, he doesn’t let me look away as I continue to moan.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he growls.“Is this what you want, little lamb?To come for me?To show me how wet you are while I stand here and own every second of your need?”
I nod and whimper, broken and desperate.He pulls away, leaving me gasping.
“You gonna come with my name on your lips?”he whispers, crouching just enough to graze his knuckles along my cheek.“Or do I need to stop you?”
My body jerks at his touch, right at the edge.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers in a low voice as my back arches and my breath catches.
I’m so close I can almost taste it, I feel the heat flooding my spine, curling my toes, ready to break as my eyes roll back.But before the wave can crash, his hand shoots out, gripping my wrist like iron.
“Ah, ah,” he growls, voice like gravel dragging across my nerves.“Not yet.”I gasp, trembling, my body screaming for release.
