Page 109 of Their Pretty Little Monster

“And,” she exhales the word while moaning. “Now you’re going to make up for lost time?” She holds on to my arms harder as I thrust into her. There’s no pause, no mercy. Only the savage hunger that’s lingered inside me for weeks now. The wet sounds of slamming into her, of her cunt sucking down on my shaft, is euphoria.

I can’t stop. I take her rough, claiming what’s mine.

Her fingernails dig into my arms again, but that only makes me go faster. She thrashes beneath me as I shove into her, and the whole damn bed shakes with my plunge.

Her cries are spectacular, and I’m seeing stars from how fast I’m hammering into her, her walls clamping down around me.

I lean forward, my mouth on hers, kissing her like the mad Shadowfen I am, letting her experience my hunger.

She purrs against my lips, both of us in motion, my hips thrusting wildly. I drag my tongue down her chin to her neck, feeling the racing pulse of her heart in her veins.

Her hips are rocking with mine, her noises morphing into loud groans and cries.

She’s so damn close.

I latch my mouth around the side of her neck, my mouth larger in shadow form, teeth pressed to her flesh.

“Nyko,” she growls, but I can’t stop.

That animalistic side of me craves her fear, wanting her to tremble while she reaches her climax.

I shove into her again and again, the pressure on my cock building, my balls heavy, aching. That raw, fierce need grabs me by the chest. Instinct takes me, and I fuck her while she’s calling my name.

“Nyko. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop!”

I press down a bit more on her throat, my tongue on her skin, and sink into her as far as I possibly can, just as she quivers beneath me.

Screaming.

Slick sliding from her.

Shaking ferociously.

The savage shudder I’ve been seeking collides through me. I roar in my chest, holding myself deep in her, my cock swelling at the base that’s pushing against her walls.

“Nyko, what the hell?” She’s shaking. “Something feels different inside me.”

I release her neck, licking the skin where my teeth marks are red imprints on that perfectly smooth skin. Lifting my head, I’m shaking with arousal, my cock pulsing, threads of white cum spewing into her, filling her, never ending.

“It’s a knot.” I muster. “My dick swells into a knot at the base, keeping us locked together.”

Panic twists her expression while she’s still coming down from her own climax.

I’m not yet done, my arousal still pouring through me and into her. A growl rips from my throat, pumping more cum, unable to see straight at how incredible it feels.

When I can barely breathe, I finally collapse onto her, buried in her, spent, but I’m smiling ridiculously.

She’s still looking frightened, so I roll onto my back, her resting on top of me.

“This was your surprise,” she states breathlessly.

I lean over to her bedside table where I planted a small something earlier today for this moment.

“Because if I told you, you would have panicked. Not many monsters can do this.”

She frowns. “I’ve seen so much weird stuff, but the fact that your dick swells inside me to ensure we’re stuck together…” She pauses, her cheeks flushing. “No, you’re right. It’s freaking me out now! And what happens when your adrenaline kicks in from being with me?”

“It’s going to be okay, and the knot won’t last for too long. I adore you for caring, but leave that with me for both of us. Deal?”

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