Page 146 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Underworld

“You are the most exquisite creature I have ever seen.” He takes a step forward, then drops to his knees. “Open for me.”

God, dominance suits him. And his dominance suits me. I will never acquiesce to a man again, but the idea of Amazra controlling my pleasure—I’m more than willing to submit to that. I step out of the pretty stilettos and stand before him with my feet shoulder-width apart. The room isn’t cold, yet goosebumps cover my body, and my nipples harden enough that I feel the tight tug deep inside, all the way to my clit. I’m wound so tight, I can barely keep my balance when his big hands curl around my calves. “Your skin is so hot now.”

“It is the fire you stoke within me.” With a firm touch, he slides his hands upward. Slowly. As if mapping every curve and crease. At the top of my thighs, he curls his fingers, pressing his elongated nails into the soft flesh, making my knees buckle as endorphins from the light sting rush through me.

“Take hold of my horns.”

“Are you tapping into my fantasies somehow?”

His deep-red lips curve into a hint of a smile. “This is my fantasy, Lilah.”

“Then it’s both of ours, because this has definitely been part of mine. Sooo many nights. Maybe during some self-nooners, too.”

A deep rumble rolls up from him when I wrap my fingers around his tall, thick horns. “Tighter. Do not use care with me.” His eyes glow with fire as I increase the pressure of my grip, then slide my fists up and down over the rough, bonelike curves. “Good girl. Just like that.” Holding my gaze, he slides two long fingers between my legs, along my seam, parting my pussy lips. Then he inhales, the tip of his black tongue darting out beforehe groans. “Mmm… the desires your scent reveals to me. So deliciously carnal.”

“You make me this way.” I can barely hear my voice over the thump of my pulse in my ears. “Amazra,” I grip his horns harder, “give me everything.”

“Your voice alone makes me hard,” he says, rolling his hot fingers back and forth over my clit. “And your scent…”

I stop breathing when he nestles his nose in my pussy and inhales so deeply, I swear he’s pulling my soul out through my vagina.

“Once I taste you, Lilah, I may never be able to stop.”

“Then don’t stop. But please, please start.”

Another brief rumble vibrates from him. Then his tongue is on me, hot and slick.

My eyes roll back in my head at the heat of it. So hot, it’s almost too much, but only at first. My body quickly adapts, my hips pushing forward to meet each rhythmic pass of his long, ribbed tongue. I gasp as he pulls one leg over his shoulder, then laps at me—no,devoursme—his full face buried between my legs.

He doesn’t need to breathe, but he eats me out as if his life depends on it, and god, I hope he lives forever.

“Ohhh…” I moan as he pushes that long, thick tongue inside me until the hot ridges find my elusive G-spot as if it’s his personal homing beacon. “Oh, yes, yes…” I pant, every nerve ending I possess going off like fireworks. Holding his horns, I ride his face, milking every second of climax. I shudder as his tongue withdraws, but he’s not done with me.

He pulls back enough for me to see his dark-red face glistening with my arousal, then his mouth latches on to my clit, his tongue vibrating against it better than any toy—even the magically imbued ones.

Stars burst behind my eyes as another orgasm crashes into me. Sharper this time, concentrated on that one single point of pleasure. Primal sounds roll from my tongue as I rock on his face, grinding and greedy, until I’m breathless and panting, folded over him.

“You stopped,” I tease, when the ability to speak returns.

“A pause. Your pulse and breathing had reached their limits.”

“I’ve never given much thought to dying, but death by spectacular orgasm sounds like the way to go.”

Again, his shoulders shake with amusement. “Perhaps sixty or so years from now.”

Warmth fills my belly and butterfly wings beat wildly in my chest. I’m silly to think he means to be the one giving me spectacular orgasms sixty years from now. But it’s what I want. He’s who I want.

Eyes still glowing with desire, he lowers my leg until I’m solidly on both feet. “You have fantasized about me,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt and making my mouth water with each inch of his mahogany skin that’s revealed. “Tell me, lovely little human, what did you imagine my cock looked like?”

Heat floods my cheeks, remembering the many, many times I watched cross-species monster porn on websites only viewable to those of us in magically protected towns. I quickly learned that there’s a lot of variety when it comes to demon anatomy.And I never found a video with a demon who looks similar to Amazra, though not for lack of in-depth research.

“I, um…” I can’t be expected to form words while he’s pushing the shirt off his shoulders. Clothing looks very good on Amazra, showing off his broad upper body and trim hips. His long, thick legs. But shirtless… I’m drooling. Literally.

The sound of his zipper lowering sends a shiver through me. I can’t tear my eyes from the V of skin. Darker than his chest. But he doesn’t continue, doesn’t show me what I’m desperate to see.

“Describe it, Lilah. When you imagined my cock filling up every inch of you, what did you envision?”

Dominance and dirty talk? Yes, please.

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