Page 84 of Land of Monsters

“Fine!” Opie huffed, though I couldn’t find them in the room. “But just know you are ruining a work of art!”

Ash smirked as he carried me across the room, dropping me on the bed. The moment he slid out of me, I whimpered, but he grabbed my thighs. “Spread your legs. I want to see your dripping pussy.” He opened me wide, his eyes brightening with lust. He leaned over, swiping up something off the bed. Three dice rolling in his hand. “A game I know I can win.” He took the die, placed it on my clit, and started to rub into me.

My back arched as he added another one.

“Oh gods!”

“Like that, little beak?”

“Yes,” I croaked.

“You’ll like this even more.” He went down on his knees, his hands spreading me even more. His tongue slid through me, before his mouth swiped up the die and covered my pussy in a deep kiss. My hands gripped the bedding as he used his tongue to slide them through my clit and up into me.

“Oh fuck!” I heard myself bark, my skin flushing hot as he worked me, the dice adding a bit of pain to the unbelievable pleasure. My body jolted as he pushed one into my ass. The others he licked through me, hitting every nerve that made me lose my mind.

“Ash!” The beast howled, my nails cutting into the mattress.

“Come on my tongue, mroczny.” Dark one.

I knew he didn’t speak out loud, his tongue busy fucking my pussy, but I swear I heard him ordering me to comply.

His fingers twisted the die deeper into me, touching something I never felt before, detonating an explosion in me.

I bowed off the bed in a scream as I violently came. He groaned into me, lapping every drop of my release until my body sagged into the bed.

“Holy fuck.” I gulped for air, my head spinning.

“Those are my lucky dice from now on.” He lifted his head with a confident grin. Standing up, he rubbed his erection, the tip almost purple. “I’m nowhere near done with you.” He pulled me up, my legs barely able to stand. “I want you to watch those trees respond to us, watch them knot while I feel you do the same around my cock.”

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“I’m starving.” My voice vibrated against Ash’s chest as I watched the late morning light spill into the room, my nails tracing over his abs.

“I know. I can hear your stomach growling.” He chuckled, stretching out his arms and legs underneath me. “We burned a lot of calories earlier. And last night. Well, most of the night.” His hands slid through my hair, stroking down my back.

After he fucked me against the window, observing the trees twine and quiver with our force, we were barely able to crawl into bed before passing out. It felt purposeful this time. Like we both accepted the connection, jumped into it, and bent it to our will. Yet, deep down, neither of us wanted to think about the outcome down the road, the consequences of what we were doing.

The devastation it would cause.

His sentiment earlier about this having no future hurt. It hurt because it was true. I was destined for a world no one should be forced into. For good or bad, I was my mother’sdaughter. A princess. It meant being under a microscope every minute of my life. Judged and critiqued, praised and condemned. I never felt comfortable in it, too much like my father, but I played the part I was born into. I didn’t realize until I was out of the spotlight how much I hated always being in it. How fake and shallow I had been. However, it was still my future.

That life wasn’t Ash. He was wild and free, living in the woods, growing herbs, while I was in an expensive gown, meeting leaders of the world.

I was too aware of how my mom’s “job” tormented my father. He was the opposite of all the pomp and court, prowling the edges of the party, forcing a smile at some jackass senate member because he loved my mother beyond this world. He kept from tearing their heads offfor her.

No way I would want it for Ash. His family and life were in Budapest.

I listened to his heartbeat against my ear, my throat closing up at the idea of saying goodbye to him. Or even worse, his life being taken from me.

Agony watered my eyes, the notion of him not in this world pulling bile up my throat.

“You can’t die.”

“What?” His hand stopped skating through my hair.

“I think I can survive if I know you are still in this world somewhere.” I lifted my head, twisting to look at him, my brows furrowing. “Promise me. Don’t die.”

His mouth parted to speak, but I rushed in.

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