Page 15 of Unveiled

Her breaths are still even and she doesn’t stir as I call her name, letting me know she’s still asleep. I pull her closer to me, needing to feel her warmth and know she’s safe. She nuzzles into me, not even realizing it, but I’m just glad it was only me having a nightmare this time.

It doesn’t take a genius to realize I blame myself for her nightmare, as well as for it happening in the first place. All of this is my fault, and a better man would let her go, but I’m not that man. I’m the worst there is, and I refuse to let her go, because I know she can be happy with me. She will be happy with me.

“Cain,” she murmurs sleepily, throwing her leg over mine to get even closer.

A better man wouldn’t have his cock standing at attention, ready to plunge into her while she’s sleeping. But my little seductress can drive me crazy without even trying.

She moans against me as she shifts her hips against me, seeking my cock as if she’s awake. I don’t move, waiting to see what she’ll do. She adjusts herself against me until I’m lined up at her entrance, and it’s taking everything in me not to grip her hips and pull her down onto my aching length.

She does all the work for me. Even in her sleep, she sinks herself onto me, moaning as she goes. I don’t stop her, but I know I should probably wake her up at this point.

“Ainsley,” I growl, loud enough that she stirs as she wakes up. It’s almost impossible for me to keep myself from moving inside her, but I don’t want her to wake up and be angry. “If you don’t wake up right now, I’m going to stick it in your ass.”

Her eyes snap open, focusing on me quicker than they should when she was so deep in her sleep only a moment ago. As she’s registering that she’s awake, her eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a loud, uncontrolled groan.

“What are you -” she stops herself as realization sets in, and her eyes open wide in panic.

“Not me, baby. This was all you. Care to tell me what you were dreaming about?”

Her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink that I’ve missed as she remembers her dream, which I’m assuming is about me so I don’t think about murdering someone while I’m inside of her. When she looks around, assessing our position, her cheeks go from bright pink to a dark red.

“Um, I, um.” She tries to collect her thoughts while she squirms away from me, trying to put some distance between us. My arm snakes around her waist, holding her tight to my body to keep her from escaping.

“Where do you think you’re going?” As she stops squirming, I push deeper inside of her until she’s taking all of me.

“Ca -” She cuts herself off before she can say my name. Her eyes close as she takes a deep breath, preparing to start over. “I just woke up.”

“Tell me about it,” I respond with a smirk, making her blush all over again. Before she can try to run away from me again, I grab her hips and pull her with me as I roll onto my back. Once she’s on top of me, her hands instinctively land on my chest to hold herself upright. “Clearly that dream had you worked up. Why not let me take care of you?”

“Because,” she starts, “last night was a one-time thing. It’s not going to happen again.”

I laugh, unable to hold it in as she tries to explain her reasoning. “Yeah? ‘Cause it’s already happening again.”

My eyes skate down her naked body as I push my hips into her, reminding her where my cock is sitting right now.

“The question is, are you going to take advantage of this opportunity or are you going to let your head get in the way? Personally, I’d prefer if we both walked out of this happy.”

My hips sink down into the bed, pulling away from her just enough to slam back inside. She throws her head back, allowing herself to enjoy it, and then makes her decision. Slowly, unsure if she should do this, she moves.

Grabbing her hips so I have something to hold on to, I match her rhythm, careful not to scare her into stopping. She was already soaked when she slipped onto me, but now that she’s giving in, her arousal flows out of her.

“You’re riding my cock so well, Ainsley,” I praise her, knowing how it affects her. All I want right now is to take over and take her roughly, the way I know she likes it, but there’s nothing better than watching my girl take her pleasure from me.

“You’re.” Pant. “A.” Pant. “Monster.”

I smirk, even though her eyes are closed so she can’t see it. “That’s right, baby. I’m a monster, but I’m your monster. Just because I don’t live in the basement of your nightmares anymore doesn’t mean I won’t continue to torment you. I’ll torment you every single day for the rest of your life, just to remind you that you chose this monster.”

“Fucking you doesn’t mean I’m choosing you,” she’s quick to correct me.

“Touch yourself,” I command her. I’m already dangerously close, but I need her to finish first.

“I’m not on birth control,” she tells me, as if I would think she was. “You should probably put a condom on before…”

Sometimes, it’s absolutely adorable how shy she is, even when she’s in such a compromising position. When she doesn’t obey my command, I sit up quickly, holding her so she doesn’t fall without the support of leaning on my chest. My thumb slips between our bodies, gently strumming her clit and giving her the friction she needs.

“When you have my babies, will you call them your little monsters? Or will you actually call them by their names? Personally, I don’t mind you calling me your monster, though hearing my name slip from your lips while you were asleep was very seductive.”

She squeezes her eyes closed, trying to block out everything happening around her as she focuses on her pleasure. “You told me to take advantage of waking up on your cock, so stop distracting me.”

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