Page 33 of The Haunting of the Mountain

“I could say the same thing about you.”

The eerie glow from the candlelight makes everything seem dreamlike. But I know I’m not dreaming. I’m feeling every touch and every word as Stone kisses me softly, so tender compared to the power I know he possesses in that body of his.

His hands slide to my waist. I swear they’re big enough to wrap around me completely. I squirm beneath his grasp, my hips bucking uselessly against him as I try to relieve some tension.

“Even with kitty face paint?”

I laugh, some of the tension is finally released.

“Especially with the kitty face paint.”

“Maybe I should wear it more often.”

“Well… maybe not.”

“Guess it’s time to take it off. And this too, sweet girl. Need to see all of you.”

He grabs the bottom of my sweater and pulls it over my head. A throaty growl lodges in his throat as he stares at my chest, and I can’t help but smile. I love it when he stares because I love doing it too. I can’t get enough of those muscles. The way they flex as he moves. Abs that I want to drag my tongue across, tasting every crook and crevice.

“Bra too,” he says gruffly.

My already hard nipples tighten as I pull off my bra and I see the look on Stone’s face. He’s looking at me like I’m a precious gift. Something to be cherished. Desired. No man has ever looked at me this way. And I don’t want anyone else but him to look at me like this.

“Gorgeous,” he rasps.

Check and check. Looks like I’m more than the Cryptid Cutie to Stone.

My foot brushes against his cock and he shudders, grabbing my ankle. He brings it to his mouth, kisses my sole and the rest of my leg.

“I’m afraid I might be down here a while,” Stone rasps as he lowers himself back down.

He slips his fingers beneath the band of my underwear, lifting my legs as he slides them off of me.

“Black paint isn’t easy to remove.”

“Mhmm,” I moan. “Take as much time as you need.”

“I’ll be thorough. I’ll be…”

I can feel his breath against my slick folds. His fingertips dig into my fleshy thighs and as I glance down at him between my legs, I see that animalistic hunger he’d shown me earlier. I see the beast taking over. I…

Oh fuck.

Chapter 8

Stone

My cock throbspainfully against my jeans as I spread Kyla wide, legs askew. She’s perfection. And as I slide my hands across her smooth skin, I can’t help but feel blessed. Blessed to have found her. Blessed to have tasted those lips. And blessed for this meal spread out before me. I slide two fingers across her glistening folds, stroking her softly as she writhes and gasps.

“So wet,” I rasp as she starts grinding. “So needy.” I pull my hand back, fingers drenched in her as they glisten in the flickering light.

She whimpers, writhing beneath me in anticipation as I take my fingers into my mouth. I moan, eyes closed as I savor the taste of her. When our eyes meet I see flames of arousal flickering in hers as she bites down softly on her puffy bottom lip and her fingers replace mine on her pussy.

“No,” I rasp, grabbing her wrist. “This is mine.” I pin her hand beneath her back and then grab her thigh, shoving it high and away into the back of the couch, spreading her wider for me.

“Do not touch,” I snarl, trailing kisses down her thigh, licking the wetness. “Mine,” I snarl against the junction of her thigh, relishing the warmth emanating from her before dragging my flat tongue across her seam.

She shudders as she slips her fingers through my hair, gripping. Another lick. Another taste. I’m taking it slow but it won’t last. I need more of her. Her taste and scent are intoxicating and they’re driving me wild. Noises I’ve never made before rattle in my chest and throat as I increase my pace.

---