Page 38 of Captured By the Monsters
I had never thought myself an exceptionally emotional person, but there was something about feeling so damned cherished by this monster that had me unraveling under his touch.
“I want that,” I admitted between moans.
“Good,” he praised. “Do you know what I want?”
“Hmm?” I asked as the tingling sensation began to overwhelm me and words were hard to process.
His voice dropped an octave as he answered, “I want you to cum on my cock, beauty. Right now.”
It was game over the second the demand left his mouth. I shattered into a million pieces in his shadowy embrace as I felt the swelling within me moments before he groaned his own release.
We stayed like that, breathing heavily for a few minutes until he pulled out of me and gathered me into his shadows. As he carried me out of the grotto and to the bed that Axton was standing next to, I grinned at the final monster I needed to claim.
Why did I ever try fighting this connection between us? They were amazing in every sense of the word.
