Page 54 of Maneater

His first thrust is gentle, almost tentative, but it sends shockwaves of pleasure through me. The second is deeper, more confident, and I arch into it, wanting more.

“Rex,” I gasp, the sensation so overwhelming. “Don’t hold back.”

Rex’s control seems to shatter at my words. He pounds into me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure-pain through my body.

“Like this?” Rex pants, his voice strained as he angles his hips.

“Yeah.” I wrap my legs as much as I can manage around Rex’s thick waist, encouraging him to go deeper. “Just like that.”

Sweat glistens on Rex’s skin as he moves, his muscles flexing with each thrust. The sight of him above me—powerful, focused, yet tender—makes my chest tighten.

Rex reaches between us and finds my cock again, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation is too much, too perfect. My vision blurs at the edges, pleasure coiling at the base of my spine.

“Gods, the way you feel,” Rex whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. “So fucking tight around me.”

“I’m close,” I pant, the delicious tension building inside me, and I squeeze my ass around Rex’s magnificent cock. “Don’t stop.”

“Tell me you’re mine,” Rex growls, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

I dig my fingers into Rex’s shoulders again, clutching him as if he’s my only lifeline. “I’m yours,” I finally manage. “All yours.”

Rex increases his pace, his hand working my dick with perfect pressure. We’re both covered in a fine sheen of sweat, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the cave.

“Come for me,” Rex commands, his voice husky.

His words push me over the edge. My orgasm surges through me, my body clenching around Rex as pleasure ripples from my core outward. Rex groans as I tighten around him, his rhythm faltering.

“Darien,” he breathes, his face contorting with pleasure. “Love.”

Rex freezes, then pulses inside me, his release triggering aftershocks of my own. He collapses beside me, his arm draped across my chest as we both struggle to catch our breath.

The silence that follows is comfortable and intimate. My heart finally stops pounding so hard it’s like a bass drum in my ears, and I roll on my side so I can sling my leg across Rex’s thighs. I rest my head against his chest, listening to his heart as it gradually returns to a natural rhythm.

I don’t want to move, want to revel in the bliss of this moment. I’m thrilled, sated, and filled with more love than I thought possible.

Speaking of which…

Once when we were discussing how it worked when humans and cryptids did the deed, the subject of condoms came up. Turns out we can’t transmit anything to each other, so yay for that. However, I’m leaking everywhere. I’m also covered in my own cum, so it’s a double whammy.

“Um, Rex? I hate to disturb you, but I need to clean up.”

“Huh?” Rex seems a bit out of it. I probably roused him right as he was dozing off. “Sure.” He absent-mindedly reaches over without looking and plucks a few tissues from the box. “Here, sweetheart.” He blinks a few times, clears his throat, and rolls over to face me. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to pass out on you like that. I wasn’t too rough, was I? You’re okay?”

I chuckle. “I’m wonderful. You weren’t rough. You were perfect.” I hold up the flimsy tissues. “But I require more of a cleaning than this will handle.”

He frowns, not seeming to grasp what I’m talking about.

“You came inside me. Like, a lot, from the feel of it.”

Before I can say another word, Rex is on his feet and lifting me into his arms. I laugh as he carries me to the bathroom.

“You didn’t have to get out of bed. I was just going to wash up real quick.”

“Nope.” Rex sets me down on the fluffy bathmat. “I didn’t think that through. I’ll be more prepared next time.”

I snort. “Prepared for what?”

One corner of his mouth quirks in a smile. “Something I’ve always wanted to do but was never with anyone who meant enough to me.”