Page 22 of Monsters we Crave

He swore harshly. “I’m not even halfway in, Visari.” He repositioned himself, and keeping one hand around my throat, he hooked one of my legs over his shoulder. “Take a deep breath, sweetheart.”

I did as he said, crying out loudly as he forced himself all the way inside me, going so deep it felt like I would be split in two.

The warmth flared into something so unbearable I was caught in an orbit of pain and pleasure. He lowered my leg and pressed himself impossibly closer. I whimpered softly, struggling to adjust to the size of him as he began fucking me savagely, every thrust eliciting a cry from my mouth. His eyes never left my face. I could plainly see how affected he was by being inside of me. His smoldering stare and the bruising grip he had on my throat only heightened my pleasure.

An overwhelming surge of energy coursed through me unlike anything I had ever felt before. The heat seemed to radiate from the very core of our beings. The air around us crackled with a palpable, electrifying force. The moans pouring from me bounced off the walls in tandem with the sound of our bodies coming together.

My body began to tremble. I was so close to the edge I couldn’t help but use him to anchor myself.

I dug my nails into his back—his grip tightened in response, a low growl unfurling from his chest. Aidoneus's eyes remained locked onto mine, the usual intensity now magnified with a brilliant, almost otherworldly light. The energy between us grew stronger, reaching a peak that was both exhilarating and overwhelming. As my body began to tense, my pussy tightening around his cock, I instinctively pulled him closer. His grip strengthened, and I started to feel light-headed.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful” he groaned harshly, hitting a spot inside me I could never find. I flew apart, coming so hard spots danced across my vision. As they cleared, my senses heightened; I could see every detail of Aidoneus with crystal clarity, his form radiating a powerful, almost mythical aura.

The scent of his skin, rich and intoxicating, wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into the moment. I cried out as I came again. Aidoneus kissed me, swallowing each of my ragged breaths as he continued to make good on his promise of my body belonging to him.

I was on the cusp of surrendering to sleep's embrace when Aidoneus' fingers began to weave through my hair, drawing lazy patterns on my scalp. I didn’t bother protesting. After what we’d just done, him playing with my hair was innocent and the least of my concerns.

Just as I was about to drift off, his voice, cold and smooth, whispered in the dark. “I have one last surprise for you.”

Before I could protest, he was on his feet. I remained as I was, not wanting to move. His dark chuckle was what ultimately caught my attention.

“You won’t want to miss this.”

Hearing him say that had a small ball of dread forming in my gut.

His idea of endearing gestures seemed to come with chaos or bloodshed. Nothing with this man had been simple thus far.

Not even sex.

No, that wasn’t what we’d just done.

What happened between us was some kind of twisted need to fuck. I had never wanted someone the way I did him. I needed him inside me. I’d wanted it. And that heat…I could still feel it, just less intense. The warring between physical and mental left me almost as drained as he did. He had continued to make me come with his cock, tongue, and fingers again and again until finally allowing his own release.

I didn’t know what came over me and wasn’t in a place to examine my actions too closely without completely breaking down. I sat up, ignoring the aches in my body as best I could. I didn’t dare look at my neck right then. He handed me his black suit jacket before I had the chance to ask what I should put on. I could barely register the stark contrast it made against my skin as I pulled it around me.

The rhythmic crash of the ocean below filled the silence, punctuating each of his movements. He extended his hand, pulling me upright. My legs felt like jelly beneath me, but he held me firm, his grip unyielding. Without a word, he guided me to the suite's door.

As Aidoneus and I walked, cascading waterfalls trickled into pools, reflecting the pale moonlight, their depths seemingly infinite.

Marble statues loomed around us, their stoic faces turned to the night sky as if in prayer or lament. The air was fragrant with night blooms, their soft aroma enveloping us, and the gentle glow from fungi painted our path in ghostly luminescence. We reached a central clearing, dominated by a black marble dais. The blue flames from the torches at its corners threw eerie, dancing shadows across its polished floor. Above it, a gothic canopy stood sentinel, the intertwined vines and roses glistening in the shifting light. In the center was my surprise.

Ezra.

On the raised dais, he stood naked and visibly battered. His defiant eyes landed on me for a brief moment before looking away. Two imposing men stood on either side of him, ensuring he remained in place.

“What is this?” My voice was barely a whisper.

He slipped an arm around my waist and leaned close. “This is your final goodbye.”

“What?”

He kissed my temple and stepped away. “Ezra didn’t tell you he’d joined the Viel?”

I swallowed harshly as his rhetorical question confirmed my worst fear.

“He joined up with them and then got close to you, to get to me,” he continued.

My brow pinched, and I looked between the two of them. “What do you mean?”

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