Page 13 of The Monster's Daughter
I don’t pull away.
Neither does he.
For a second, we’re just staring at each other across the dim cave, heat and cold tangled in the air. My heart slams so hard I feel it in my fingertips.
Then I lean in.
And this time, the kiss happens.
It’s rough, raw, heat and hunger crashing together. He kisses like he’s starving, claws braced against the stone so he doesn’t crush me. I kiss back like I’m dying, hands curling against his scaled chest. The taste of ash and iron and something wild floods my mouth.
He growls low in his throat, a sound that feels like it starts in the stone beneath us and travels up my spine. I moan into his mouth, hips shifting against his instinctively. I want more. I need more.
“Bella,” he rumbles, pulling back just enough to look at me. His blood-red eyes glow in the dark like coals. “You are… soft. Small.”
“And you’re huge,” I gasp, breathless. “Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t.
Kage surges forward, backing me into the stone wall of the cave with terrifying gentleness, like he knows exactly how much force I can take. His clawed hand cradles my head as his mouth crashes into mine again, tongue tasting, taking. The heat between us is unbearable.
Clothes become a problem. My jacket is gone before I know it. His claws shred through my shirt like tissue paper. I gasp when cold air hits my skin—and then gasp louder when his massive hand cups my breast, scaled palm rough, claws careful.
“You are… mine,” he growls, possessive.
“You better make that mean something,” I pant, tugging at the belt around his hips. “Or I’m going to have a very big problem with how hot this is.”
He huffs a laugh. Or maybe it’s a growl. Doesn’t matter.
Because then he’s kissing down my throat, teeth grazing the skin just enough to make me gasp. His tongue is hot, flicking across my collarbone, my breast, and then he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks.
I cry out. My legs go weak. His arms catch me before I fall.
He lowers us to the sleeping bags in one smooth motion. I’m beneath him, pinned but not trapped, his body radiating heat like a living furnace. His scales gleam in the faint light, silver patterns shifting with his breath. He’s massive, terrifying—and utterly, devastatingly beautiful.
I reach between us and find the thick ridge of his cock straining against his pants. My fingers curl around it, feeling the heat, the weight, the alien shape that’s still somehow perfect.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “You’re—Kage, you’re huge.”
He growls again, hips thrusting into my hand. “You do not fear me.”
“I should,” I whisper, stroking him slowly. “But I don’t. I want you.”
He tears his pants off. His cock springs free—long, ridged, dark with a gleaming tip and faint silver markings like the rest of his body. It throbs in my grip.
He pushes my leggings down, claws so precise I barely feel the fabric shred.
Then he sees my pussy.
And he freezes.
“You are wet,” he rumbles, voice hoarse.
“No shit,” I whisper, cheeks flaming. “Are you going to stare or?—”
He lowers his head and licks me.
I scream.
