Page 46 of Monsters of Desire and Nightmares of Passion

“If you play hard, I’ll get hard.”

“I want to play with you in your Shadow form.”

Khal looks at me. A smile tugs at his lips. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Khal changes shape in front of me. It happens so fast, it’s almost impossible to track the way his human shape melts into his monstrous one. It’s like blinking. Darkness engulfs him, swallowing his human body and leaving in front of me this God of passion. My pussy becomes instantly wet and dripping.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are,” he whispers in that thick voice of his. One of his six arms grabs my hair and pulls my head all the way back as he bites hard into my neck. Another of his hands slides between my legs while yet another massages my ass. Two play with my nipples. My body is about to melt before he even fucks me.

“I want to see if I can make you come only by kissing you.”

Khal pushes me against the stone wall inside the shower. Warm water cascaded down on us. My hair gets wet, but I don’t care. The hot water drizzles over my hard as stone nipples.

Khal turns me around. I lean my arms against the wall and rest my forehead on them. He opens my legs and touches me everywhere at the same time. His claws scratch me and make me moan.

“I need you,” I whisper. Water fills my mouth and relaxes my back.

Khal bites the back of my neck just before placing one of his two cocks between my buttocks and the other on the entrance to my pussy, teasing it with his hard head.

“You’re so delicious. I love making you dripping wet.”

His fingers play with the outlines of my pussy, teasing the lips, enticing me need to be filled. I need more. Just as I’m about to clutch one of his cocks with my hand, he grabs my wrist and bends my arm, pushing it back against my bare skin.

“That hurts.”

“You can take it,” Khal whispers and pushes harder. “I need you to hurt a little.”

“Hurt me, Khal. Hurt me good.”

Khal thrusts both his hard cocks inside me. Fully. Deeply. The feeling of having both my holes stretched simultaneously makes me gasp for air. His hips move and push, shoving his hardness inside me. He takes me in a savage way. This is pure passion, fucking hard, not sweet love making. And I adore it. The pain mixes with the pleasure like drops of blood in champagne, and I’m drunk on the ecstasy. My arm hurts, but I don’t care.

“I need to punish you for my pain, for forgetting me, for not hearing my desperate calls to you.” Venom drips from Khal’s voice. His pain slips inside me, hurting me. I need to fuck the pain out of both of us.

His hips push faster as his fingers play and pull on my nipples. Khal rake his claws over my skin, over my belly and breasts, making me gasp each time one of his sharp claws touches my nipples. I sense one of his cocks swelling inside me. Khal slams his body forward, lodging that cock deep inside my pussy. God, it’s so hard to breath. I want to explode as the thick, engorged member locks deep inside of me.

“What happened?”

Khal is breathing hard. He stops fucking me.

“I knotted you, filled you. We’re bonded together now. Cry out for me, Ivy. Show me how much it hurts.” He leans closer, bending over my twisted arms, and bites the side of my neck again as his claws play with my clit and nipples. “You are mine.”

“I’m yours,” I gasp. My aroused flesh burns. My desire is filled to the brink and pushed to the edge of exploding.

Khal’s cocks thrust hard into me, pounding me hard and fast with no remorse.

“I’ll fuck you raw, Ivy.”

A gasp leaves my mouth. I bite my lower lip so hard it starts to bleed.

“I want you to bleed for me.”

My pussy burns and tenses with pleasure. Drops of blood drip down my legs. I feel the burn, but the pleasure is so much stronger than the pain. Khal’s tongue darts out to gather the drops of blood. My legs are like Jell-O. Only Khal’s arms around me stop me from cracking my head and falling to the ground. I don’t know how much time passes, but I can’t hold on anymore. My orgasm shudders through me.

Pushed and massaged by my own ripples of pleasure, Khal fucks me harder. Each of his trusts push me closer to a new release.

“Come with me, Ivy.”

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