Page 54 of Grotesque Love

I place soft kisses on her forehead, cheeks and the tip of her nose. “When you are ready to forgive yourself, perhaps she will no longer haunt you. No?”

Ari laughs weakly as her arms come around my neck, “Are you really real, Daddy Sax?”

Chuckling, I raise a brow. “Still confused about that, little dove?”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ARIANWEN

Istill don’t know for certain if the large grotesque between my thighs is a figment of my broken, fragile mind – a big, strong protector I’ve conjured up – or if gargoyles, grotesques, and monsters really do exist.

Frowning, I consider his question. Am I still confused? Yes, but…

“I don’t think it matters anymore.” My words come out soft, hesitant, like delicate threads weaving through the air between us. I steal a glance at Sax, his presence looming beside me, a steadfast pillar in the swirling chaos of my thoughts. He feels real.

“I want you to be.”

“Whatever you need, my love.” Sax’s hand finds mine, his touch a cool balm against the tumult raging within me. Our fingers intertwine, creating a tangible link between us in the dimly lit room. His words…to be calledhis love…it creates a feeling of safety that spreads through me from top to toe.

Unlike when Carver calls mehis,Sax’s words aren’t possessive, obsessive. No, his words are a promise, a vow. Iam his, his love.

I really really like that for some reason.

I press my forehead against his, yearning for the reality of our connection amidst the uncertainty of my mind. “Make me forget this feeling. Make it so I forget him – even if it’s only for now.”

Sax’s large hands rub up and down my back, making me arch into him, as he gives me a chaste kiss.

“Why don’t your claws cut me?” I ask, rolling my hips gently as my hands move through his hair. “Or your fangs?”

It looks thick and luscious, swept back off his face and around his horns but it’s not soft to the touch like I’m expecting. The texture is more wiry, but it’s not unpleasant as I bury both hands in the smoky coloured strands and he tilts his head back, following my movements.

“We’re magic,” his tongue flicks out to taste my bottom lip. “We have some control over it, but the laws of the natural world don’t always apply to us.”

“Like this?” I move over his huge dick, biting the inside of my cheeks to stop myself from groaning. Only the thin fabric of my nightgown separates us, and I feel everything.

“Exactly, love.” The way he says love seems to sink into my bones, giving me a weight that keeps me anchored in the moment.

I’m here, with him.

Safe. Loved. Wanted.

He continues, nibbling along my jaw as he places lazy kisses on my skin wherever he can reach. “Claws, cocks, fangs and wings – we are free to use them how and when we wish. Even the others, with their tails too.”

“And how do you wish to use them?” I tease gently, grinding down harder on him in a way that makes his eyes flash dangerously.

With a growl, he suddenly flips us so I’m lying on my back, with Sax between my legs, hands either side of my head. He rubs his thick shaft against my throbbing clit, and I realise just how big he is.

Reaching down between us, I pull my nightgown up and over my head, discarding it to the side so that there’s nothing between us. If I’m in this, then I’m all in.

Fucking a monster, one who makes filthy promises and handles me like a delicate gift is hardly the thing of nightmares. No. It’s a depraved fantasy my mind has conjured, and real or not, it’s all mine and I’m going to enjoy every second.

My hands reach up to touch him, to pull him closer. I need more. Wantmore.

He buries his face in my neck as my hands glide over his shoulders, until my fingers catch on something with a soft ridge –the wing slits.

“I want to bury my cock inside you. Use my claws to dig myself under your skin, keep you impaled on my knot until you can’t take any more. And when you’re crying my name, begging for my mercy, chasing your release…I’ll surround you with my wings and keep you safe from the darkness outside.”

The mewling noise that I make has me blushing, but his words – he means them.

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