Page 48 of Their Pretty Little Monster

I tell myself to drive him away, but he knows I won’t… I see it in his smirk. I keep thinking about the inferno he awakened in me in the woods, the flicks of euphoria, and the lust coursing through my body might be the end of me, considering how desperately I now crave him.

“I asked a question,” he commands, running that wicked tongue along my neck, feeling somehow longer in his monster form.

Clawed fingers trace up my inner thighs, and a moan slips past my lips.

“Yes, I thought of you, too.” My response comes rushing out.

“I missed you today,” he teases, his body overshadowing me as I grasp his strong arms. “It was unbearable, giving you time and staying away.”

“I-I… needed time after that ritual.”

His touch slides higher, and I’m breathing quicker, lost with the idea of him being my first. It both scares and excites me. Then those claws brush across the apex of my thighs, coaxing a guttural noise out of me, a sound I’ve never made before.

My body’s on fire under his touch, and I’m completely consumed by him.

His mouth is on mine again, and the kiss is magic… I’m floating, taking his tongue into my mouth, but something about it feels strange. When he flicks mine, I understand he has a forked tongue.

Gasping, I pull back.

His gaze locks on mine as he drags that forked tongue slowly over his lips. His tongue is long and slightly curved where it splits in two. I shake all over, not out of fear but because I’m horrified by the undeniable attraction I feel.

I’m throbbing for him, yet my head screams to run away.

“Don’t be afraid.” His blue eyes change to a midnight sky. “This is just the beginning.” His words are a dark promise. “The things I’m going to do to you…” He pauses, a visible shudder rolling over his powerful monster body. His hands slide up to my hips, and before I know it, I’m leaning in to meet him.

Our lips graze just as the sound of fabric ripping startles me. The leggings are being tugged down my hips. I gasp, pulling back slightly to see his claw rushing down on the side of the fabric, tearing it.

“Killian, what are you?—”

He’s relentless, stripping away the remnants of my leggings so fast it leaves me shaken as he yanks them off. I’m left bare-assed on the tablecloth, blushing like crazy, the cool air hitting my bare skin.

“You can’t just—” I start, but his lips crash against mine, silencing my protest.

His kiss is fierce, possessive, and against my better judgment, I melt into him. His hands, rough and commanding, roam over my body. Slipping under my shirt, he finds my breasts and squeezes them. His claws flick my skin every now and then, not enough to hurt, but with just the right pressure to leave me moaning. His touch slides down to my thighs once more, parting my closed legs. His fingers trace deeper and deeper until I feel the graze of his talon.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I murmur, holding on to him for dear life, my body humming for him.

“Oh, my pretty little girl, I would burn down this world three times over before I let any harm come to you.” Kneeling in front of me, he stares at my offering, grinning wickedly.

My face is on fire at the way he studies me, the flick of that long, forked tongue darting out, taking a stroke of my drenched pussy.

I moan instantly, the sensitive touch an explosion of sensations.

“This is what you do to me,” he growls against my spread thighs, his breath hot against my skin. “You make me lose control.”

Groaning, my hips give an involuntary rock, the bakery table wobbling beneath me. Every inch of me pleads. I protest and regain some level of sanity, but my body betrays me, and I lift my bent legs, balancing my heels on the edge of the table, giving him all the access.

His growl of approval vibrates through me.

“So pretty, so pink.” He takes more licks, that tongue feeling so different from the last time, stronger and thicker. When he pushes into me, I cry out. I feel it wriggling against me, and I know I shouldn’t be allowing this…

“I should be running…” The words pour out more to myself than to him.

“But you’re not,” he replies seductively. “You’re right here with me, where you belong, with your cunt on my face.”

The raw hunger of his words does something to me, unraveling the last threads of control I’m holding on to. I give in, knowing it’s too late. I’m already being swept into his fire.

He presses in closer… Gods, that wicked tongue goes back inside me so deep that I feel it while his talons are on my clit, pinching it.

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