Page 48 of To Love a Monster
“That’s it, baby,” he grits.“Let me feel your pretty pussy clamp around my fingers.”I lose everything in a burst of pleasure that feels like fire racing through my veins.I collapse against the bed, trembling and wrecked.
He stands again and there’s nothing slow or playful in his eyes now, just pure need.He kneels on the edge of the bed, moves me to unhook the restraint from my wrists, then grabs my thighs and drags me to him, rough and sure.
He takes one leg and throws it over his shoulder, his other grips the back of my neck, squeezing hard as he slams into me hard and without warning.Building faster as my body bounces with every thrust, each one deeper than the last, until I’m seeing stars.The bed hits the wall over and over again.The air is full of sweat and moans and possession.He leans down and presses his lips to my neck.
“You ready to come again, my little lamb?”he asks.
“Yes.Baby,please.I’m so close.”I’m right there once again, tired but burning.He thrusts harder and deeper.When he growls in my ear my arms move to his shoulders, my fingers clawing into him as he lets out a satisfied moan, his grip on my neck tightening.
“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me.Scream my name, baby.”And I do, I let go screaming and begging as my orgasm detonates through every inch of me, harder than the last as I drag him down with me.He groans as he comes inside me, his cock pulsing hard and his arms locked around me like he’ll never let go.
Then he collapses over me, trembling, whispering his words like a vow.“I’m never letting you go.”
Chapter Eighteen
Nikolai
Her breathing is stillragged beneath me.My hand rests over her chest, feeling the hammer of her heartbeat slow.Her skin is warm, damp and silky against mine.For a moment, everything is still.No encrypted messages, no syndicates clawing at the edges of our world.
Just her and I.A soft groan escapes her throat as she shifts, but then something cuts through the warmth and she stiffens, trying to identify the faint acrid scent.Smoke.
“Oh, my God—” she gasps, shoving at my chest, panic breaking through the haze.“The chicken!”
I blink, caught completely off guard.“The what?”I ask, but she’s already scrambling off the bed, wrapping her gown around her like armor as she stumbles barefoot toward the hallway.
“The damn chicken!I left it in the oven!”
I sit up, the scent hitting me fully now—burnt rosemary, blackened edges, the telltale waft of something forgotten and now very, very dead.“You didn’t hear the timer?”I call after her.
“It didn’t go off!Or I didn’t hear it!Probably because you were too busy—” Her voice cuts off in a flustered huff as I hear the oven door fling open.
I roll onto my back with a low laugh, rubbing a hand over my face.“So now it’s my fault the chicken’s burnt?”
From the kitchen: “Absolutely.You distracted me.”
I smirk.“Jesus.I think I liked it better when you were calling me a liar and trying to slap my face off.”
