Page 78 of Mated to the Monster God
We make love again—not fast or urgent like some last gasp of passion, but slow. Devotional. Every movement deliberate. Every breath sacred.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging when I sink my teeth into her shoulder—not enough to hurt, but enough to sayyou’re mine.
And she moans, arching up, legs tightening around my waist like she never wants to let go.
This time, I do not hesitate.
I kiss her—deep, consuming—until she’s gasping into my mouth. My hands know every inch of her now, but I treat each curve like a mystery I’ve never solved.
“You’re worshipping me,” she whispers, breath hitching as my tongue follows the line of her ribs.
“I am.” I press a kiss between her breasts, right over her heart. “You are my temple.”
She lets out a sound that’s part sob, part laughter.
Her body undulates beneath me, soft and hot and trembling. She cries out when I move inside her again, slow and sure, burying myself to the hilt.
And then there’s nothing but the rhythm of us—rocking, breathing, clutching, whispering.
She claws at my shoulders, her nails scraping my scales, and I shudder with pleasure.
Her eyes lock on mine, dark and endless. “You feel everything now, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Everything.”
She kisses me again and it’s not just lips. It’s teeth and tongue and need. It’s heat and salt and stardust. It’s forever in a single breath.
I grip her hip, slow my thrusts until her moans grow frantic. Her walls clench around me like she’s pulling the soul out of my chest.
She throws her head back and screams my name.
And I come undone.
My voice is guttural, primal, as I cry out with her, thrusting one last time and spilling myself into her, claiming her,markingher—not with pain, not with teeth or claws, but with the depth of what I feel.
I collapse over her, still inside, still trembling.
She strokes my back, her legs still wrapped tight around my hips, anchoring me to her body like I might drift away.
The stars blur overhead.
“I…” My voice breaks.
She pulls back, cups my face, eyes soft and shining. “What is it?”
I swallow hard. The words cling to the walls of my throat. Ancient things, things I never thought I’d be capable of.
“I love you, Esme.”
The moment the words leave me, they burn. Theybrand.Not from pain—but from truth.
She stares at me, wide-eyed, lips parted.
“I’ve loved you since I woke in the dark and you didn’t run,” I say. “Since you touched me like I wasn’t a monster.”
Her eyes fill. She presses her forehead to mine, breath shaky.
“I love you too,” she whispers. “God, Sagax. I think I’ve loved you since you tore that drone in half and called me by name like it meant something.”
