Page 32 of To Love a Monster
“Nikolai, please—” It’s barely a whisper, more like a broken ache.But he’s already dragging my hand away from my soaked center.He lifts me up and throws me onto the mattress, pinning my hands above my head.
My thighs twitch and my breath shudders as his mouth lowers, his lips brushing my ear as his other hand slides down, slow and cruel.It hovers just above my clit and I buck, desperately trying to chase friction.But he pulls away again.
“No,” he growls.“Not yet.”
“These fucking tights,” he snarls.“They need to go.”He rips them down my legs, tossing them across the room before his palms drag up my bare thighs possessively.
His mouth claims mine first, a hungry, all-consuming kiss that steals the breath right from my lungs.His tongue slides deep, tasting me like I’m his first sip of water after a week in hell.
I moan into his mouth, hips shifting instinctively, but he holds me down again with one hand at my waist, anchoring me to the bed.When he finally pulls away, it’s only to drag his lips down the line of my jaw, to the hollow of my throat.Each kiss is rougher than the last, his teeth grazing, tongue soothing, lips marking a trail of heat across my skin.
Down my collarbone.My sternum.He pauses at the center of my chest and I’m breathing hard.Then he kisses between my breasts, slow, deliberate.Not just tasting.Worshipping.And then he moves lower.
His tongue dances over the curve of my ribcage, across the trembling skin of my stomach, each press of his mouth making my core clench in anticipation.I can feel his breath when he speaks again, low and gravelly.
“You’re so wet for me,” he mutters, breath hot against my skin.I arch up, desperate for his mouth.But he doesn’t move faster.He takes his time.Like he wants to drive me mad before he ever lets me come.
I gasp, sharp and involuntary, as his mouth finds me and the first flick of his tongue steals the air straight from my lungs.Slow and deep.Like he wants to savor me.
My fingers claw at the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto.Every breath is a shiver.Every stroke of his tongue is a descent into something I won’t come back from.
He groans against me, and the sound vibrates through my core, turning my bones to liquid.I can feel him breathe me in and then he adds his fingers.Thrusting slow at first, then deeper, harder, his mouth and hand moving in a rhythm that has me trembling against his shoulders, lips parting around a moan I can’t contain.
It’s too much and not enough all at once.He speeds up, sucks harder and his tongue flicks cruelly, perfectly against that swollen, aching spot that has me writhing beneath him helplessly to a point where I don’t even recognize the sounds I’m making.They’re raw.Guttural.
I’m panting, gasping, grabbing at his hair like I need something to anchor me before I come apart completely.
“Please,” I whimper, though I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore.Release, mercy, more.All of it.My vision blurs and my thighs shake.That tight, impossible coil inside me is seconds from snapping and he doesn’t let up.
The pressure inside me coils tighter, becoming sharp, exquisite, unbearable.He drags me closer to the edge I can’t come back from and he knows it. But he doesn’t stop.He won’t.Not until I’m sobbing his name and shaking so hard I can’t breathe.
“You’re so close, Lila” he growls against me, voice muffled but sharp as a blade.“I can feel your pussy tightening around me.”I whimper, the sound wrecked, helpless.My hands are in his hair, pulling.I can’t think, can’t exist beyond this moment, this heat, this hunger.
“You gonna come for me, little lamb?”he rasps, his fingers thrusting deeper, curling hard against the spot that makes my vision go white.“You gonna come all over my fucking face like a good girl?”I choke on a moan, hips lifting off the bed, chasing that high like it’s salvation.
“You don’t come for anyone else,” he snarls.“Only me.Say it.”
“Y-you,” I gasp, head thrown back.“Only you, Nikolai—”
“That’s right,” he growls, tongue flattening against me as his fingers slam inside with punishing rhythm.“You’remine.”And that’s it.I shatter.The climax hits like lightning, hot, violent, searing through every nerve until I’m screaming, thrashing, every muscle pulled tight before breaking apart into something wild and feral.
And he doesn’t stop.He devours it, licking me through every wave, every twitch until I’m nothing but a gasping mess spread out on the bed.
The world tilts and rights itself as he slowly rises from between my legs.His chest heaves with every breath, the faintest trace of my body still glistening on his lips.And yet, the wildness in his eyes has softened.Just slightly.Just enough.
He slides into the space beside me, slow, careful, like he’s not sure I’ll let him stay.But I do.I don’t even hesitate.Because my body is still humming with the aftermath of him.Because my soul, whatever’s left of it, has already curled toward him like a flame seeking more oxygen.
His arms go around me.Warm and solid, caging me in without making me feel trapped.He pulls me to his chest like he needs me there.Like without the weight of me against his ribs, he might fall apart.I feel his breath on the crown of my head.Rough and shaky.Still settling.
And then his voice breaks the quiet.Low.Gravel-rough.Almost reverent.“How did that feel, little lamb?”I want to answer, but the words get stuck in my throat.So I just nod against his chest, my cheek pressed to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
“Say it,” he murmurs, voice brushing the edge of a command.I lift my head, eyes meeting his.Still hazy, still drowning.“I’ve never felt anything like it,” I whisper.“Not even close.”His jaw flexes.His hand curves around the back of my neck, thumb brushing the damp hair stuck to my skin.
“Good,” he says.“Because that’s just a taste of what I have planned for you.”His voice is rough, yet when he kisses me next, it’s not hard.
It’s soft and slow.A contrast so sharp, it steals the air from my lungs.His lips linger.This time, it’s not demanding, not devouring.Just ...claiming in a different way.A quieter one.Like this, too, is something he doesn’t want to lose.
I kiss him back.Because I know I’ve just surrendered to him in every way imaginable.
