Page 13 of The Monster

“I do. Please. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Can’t take what anymore?”

“The need. Fill me, Nikolai. Fill me with your cock, and then your come.”

Fuck. She lifts herself on her elbows, and I slip a shaking finger inside her panties, groaning at how wet she already is. Still with that thin excuse of underwear covering her, I slide the finger along her slit, and she arches her back, lifting her face to the ceiling, a shaky breath leaving her lips.

I want to drag this out, tease her more, but we’re both so hungry for each other, I can’t wait anymore. With the way she digs her ass to the table and rounds her hips, I know she feels the same way.

Not bothering to take her panties down slowly, I tear them and drop them to the floor.

Jesus, fuck.

Her pussy glistens under the yellow lights. She’s so wet, it drips down to her asshole, and when I wedge the head at her entrance, I hiss at how easily I can slip it in.

She’s so tight around me, but her wetness helps. Inch by agonizing inch, I drive into her, breathing hard through my mouth because I’m about to bust and disappoint her. The electricity at the base of my spine and the tightening in my balls all signal I’m so close to the edge.

But I can’t do that to her.

She’s coming first.

My plan of attack is to take it slow, but my little wife destroys that by lifting her hips and using her heels on the edge of the table as leverage. She meets me halfway, and I roar when I’m buried to the hilt.

I slide the straps of her dress down, exposing her creamy globes, her nipples turning into little peaks. Slower than I ever thought possible, I thrust into her, sliding in and out of her slick channel, my whole body strung tightly.

“Is this how you fuck your wife? Because I need more.”

The little seductress gives me a sly smirk, and I grin back, increasing my pace until the table rattles from under her. She slides away with every thrust, and I have to grab her thighs and slide her back to me.

I slow down and lean toward her, kissing her and invading her mouth with my tongue. She digs her nails into my scalp and pulls my hair, forcing my head down to her breasts.

I oblige.

I don’t stop fucking her even as my mouth travels to her taut bud, rolling it between my teeth and sucking, doing the same thing to the other. I’m grazing her neck with my teeth when Nina stiffens under me, gripping my shoulders and bowing off the table.

“Nikolai…”

Her legs shake as she comes, and I watch her mouth open to a silent scream, but that doesn’t slow me. Instead, I twine ourfingers and pin her arms over her head as I continue to pound into her with everything I have.

Nina’s pussy suctions up around me, and I stuff myself deeper. The tingling begins at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up, and I sink into her and drain my cock, groaning against her skin that’s damp with sweat.

I tunnel my fingers through her hair and take her mouth in another fiery kiss that leaves us breathless.

This … this is the kind of happiness I never knew existed, and I don’t ever want to live life without her by my side. Never.

11

NINA

Last night was glorious. It wasn’t just the wild sex, which still makes me blush in broad daylight, but also what happened after. I didn’t go back to my bedroom, sleeping at Nikolai’s instead.

He didn’t know about my fear of the dark yet, so he turned the lights off and slid on the bed beside me. I thought I would have to blurt out the confession so he’d turn it back on, but the moment his arm wrapped around me, pulling me close to his side, it quieted the terror.

For the first time since I could remember, I fell asleep with the lights off, waking up in the morning with my face pressed to his bare chest. The sound of his heartbeat, the steady rhythm of his breathing, his body protecting mine even in sleep—it tugged something in me, something long buried, something forgotten the day my mother died.

I touch my lips, my skin turning feverish as I recall the way Nikolai bruised my mouth with his.

“Good morning, Miss. Reservation?”

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