Page 106 of Their Pretty Little Monster

“Oh, I can tell.” She watches me carefully.

I study her mouth, desperate to taste it again. The tension building in my cock intensifies as I press it against the side of her thigh.

She squirms beneath me, but I’ve already won. She’s mine… all fucking night long.

Her hand reaches over to touch my shadow cheek, and her fingers gingerly trace my jawline, then across my ear and my hair.

“It feels real but also cold, yet my eyes are telling me what I’m feeling is wrong. Your monster form is so different from the others.”

“We don’t get to choose what destiny gives us at birth. Though, my beautiful one, I’m curious to see your form.”

Her touch traces down my shoulder and pauses over my biceps, and I flex them instinctively.

“I want to know, but I also don’t,” she admits, giving me a lopsided grin. “Then it’ll make this even more real that I’m an actual monster. The thing I feared most of my life.”

“And you’re still scared after arriving here?”

She’s half chuckling. “So much more, but I’m getting used to it, I guess.”

“You know what might encourage you to bring your other form out? To give yourself over to me.”

She raises an eyebrow while my attention is hyperaware of her fingers trailing across my chest, exploring my body, which is all hers.

The throbbing between us increases. She glances down her chest to where my erection is pressed up against her. She’s curious? I roll onto my back for her.

“Feel free to explore,” I tell her, my cock sitting up like a fucking flagpole—thick, huge, and black as the rest of my shadowy form.

She twitches against me, and for a moment, I expect her to run, but she never does. That raw hunger inside me flares to seduce her, but I can wait a bit longer if my princess wants to see who her true mate really is. I’d give her the world if she asked for it.

Hands behind my head, I lie there. Her curiosity about my shadow form has her tracing a hand down my chest, poking me in the ribs. Not sure if that’s on purpose, but I grin at her.

She’s completely focused on me.

“You’re curious how I’m holding solid form while I’m a shadow?”

She nods. Her touch is intoxicating, sending my body into small shudders. She trails down my chest, and her warmth seeps through the cool film that layers over my transparent shadow.

“Very interesting,” she murmurs.

“I can take solid form with a single thought,” I explain.

“Oh,” she mutters but hasn’t taken her attention off my body.

With a flicker of my will, I shift to my transparent shadow form.

Her hand instantly sinks through my stomach, and she flinches back, yelping.

The sound is delicious.

I laugh and return to solid shadow form.

“Should have warned you,” I tease, watching her with predatory eyes.

“Gods, you think?” she snaps. “My heart’s pounding in my chest.” Yet she wears a smile, studying me more intently now, poking at me. Her fingers linger lower, and my balls tighten at the promise of her touch. Her hand glides over my hip bones, tracing lines of fire on my skin.

It takes all my strength not to reach over and drag her onto me.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” she says quietly. Her attention is everything. She’s mesmerized, her eyes growing into orbs. “Does it hurt to change?”

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