Page 52 of Monsters in Love


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“So beautiful and responsive. Do you want more, my little witch?” His thumb circled my clit slowly, driving me insane with need.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“What do you want, Capricorn? Tell me. I want to hear the words.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I demanded.

He smiled in approval. “Soon, my good little witch. Soon.”

Declan spread my legs gently, exposing me fully to him. My heart fluttered in my chest.

This gentleness was not what I’d expected. He was not what I expected.

He brought my foot up to his lips and kissed the top of my foot. It was so intimate, so tender, that I felt my eyes burn with tears. I reached out my hand for him. He took my hand in his, and then he kissed my palm. I felt it from my pussy through to my heart.

“You are a wonder, my Capricorn,” he whispered.

“Fill me,” I said, reaching out for him. “Please.”

He crawled up the bed, and then he eased the head of his cock into my pussy. I felt the delicious stretch, and then he thrust in, hard and deep. I gasped at the depth of him.

He captured my lips in another deep kiss, his tongue stroking against mine. He kissed a line down my jaw, and then pulled away, planting his hands on either side of me so he could thrust into me again, a steady rhythm, in and out.

He gazed down at me. A red washed over his eyes once more, but this time I knew what it meant. It was his control hitting a breaking point, and, goddess, help me, I wanted to see him break.

“Remember what I said, my little witch,” he cooed at me, his gentle voice at odds with his quickening pace, at how his hips snapped against me. “What did I want?”

My mind was a blur, trying to pull together a semblance of coherent thought. I whined when he stopped fully sheathed within me. He leaned against me, grinding the soft ridges around his base against me.

Now I knew their purpose. I moaned as the ridges teased against my clit. Gods, I needed more friction.

“Answer me, and I will give you what you crave.”

Damn him. I scrambled for coherence. What the hell did he want? “You would stuff me and make me scream until my voice gave out.”

A savage smile slashed across face. “That is right, my little witch. And what did I want you to scream?”

“Your name.”

Blessed goddess, Declan started moving again.

Red shone through his eyes. He shifted his position, so he had leverage and drove into me like an unstoppable piston. “That’s my good little witch. Now scream.”

Pleasure raked over me as my orgasm locked my body into an arch, and I screamed. His name spilled from my mouth like a litany, over and over, a blessing and a curse mixed in one.

Declan wasn’t done.

“Yes,” I encouraged him. “Harder, faster.”

He growled in response, clamping one hand on my hip and wrapping the other around my neck. He fucked me. Hard. My hips bucked against him as he thrust into me over and over until the pleasure became so intense that I was almost afraid.

I cried out his name, because it was the only word I knew, the only one that existed. Pressure built up inside me until it coiled between pleasure and pain. My heart pounded as my pussy squeezed him, and when it all became too much as if I would burst apart, I felt him come deeply inside me.

He kept pounding against my body as he came, and even though I was limp and wrung out, I wanted more. It was like I couldn’t get enough of him.

I felt my eyes burn with unshed tears, and I fought desperately to keep them in.

Declan’s arms folded, supporting most of his weight as his hips settled on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face against the valley between his neck and chest. I breathed in deeply, his spicy aroma mingled with a sweet scent reminded me of baking cookies. He smelled like home.

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