Page 21 of Insatiable

I leaned back a bit to meet his gaze, my eyes glistening with tears. My hand seemed to have a mind of its own, gliding over the contours of his body, all the way down to his leatherpants. I could feel the firm outline pressing against the material, straining to break free. Curiosity tugged at me, hesitation holding me back, but I let my hand wander, applying gentle pressure.

The Creeper’s claws curled around the edge of the sheet covering me. His grip tightened, hesitating for a moment before he slowly pulled it away. The fabric slid over my skin, a whisper of a touch, leaving me bare beneath him.

He didn’t move right away. His eyes roamed over me, lingering on every curve. His breathing deepened, his chest rising and falling with an intensity that made my heart race. His cold claws trailed from my shoulder down to my hip, slow and deliberate.

I didn’t move. I couldn’t. His gaze held me in place, leaving me trembling beneath him. His fingers traced down my side, exploring me like something unknown, something he needed to understand.

The heat between us was unbearable, his presence suffocating. His hand rested on my thigh, his claws barely grazing my skin. He didn’t need to rush; he knew he had me where he wanted.

When his hand finally moved lower, brushing against my most sensitive spot, my breath hitched. His touch wasn’t rough. It was slow, intentional, like he was savoring every reaction. Every gasp that slipped from my lips seemed to feed something inside him.

He leaned in, his breath hot against my neck. My body trembled, anticipation building with every second.

“You’re beautiful,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Perfect. All of you.”

I shivered under the intensity of his gaze. No one had ever said that to me before—not like this. He wasn’t just talking about my body; he was talking about all of me—the parts I usually tried to hide: the softness, the curves, the stretch marks. He didn’t just accept them; he was in awe of them.

His hands gripped my thighs, rough but careful, as he lowered himself between my legs. I could feel his heat, his weight pressing down on me, making my breath hitch.

He leaned closer, his lips grazing my ear. “Made for me,” he whispered, as if it were the only truth that mattered.

With one fluid motion, he tore away his leather pants, and I gasped. He was huge—bigger than I expected, bigger than I thought I could take. My heart pounded, caught between fear and something darker, making my body hum with anticipation.

His eyes stayed locked on mine as he positioned himself, his hands gripping my hips. “You’re mine, Rose,” he growled, his voice sending a thrill through me. “All of you.”

Slowly, agonizingly, he pushed inside. I cried out, my back arching off the floor as he stretched me, filling me more than I thought possible. The sensation was sharp and intense, but beneath the pain was something powerful—something that made me feel alive.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Take all of me.”

My body trembled beneath him, every nerve on fire as he moved inside me—slow and deliberate, savoring each second. I could feel him everywhere: his weight, his heat, the way he filled me completely. My breath came in short, desperate gasps, my fingers digging into the floor, trying to hold on to something—anything.

But there was no holding on. Not to this.

His pace quickened, his hips rocking against mine, each thrust deep and sure, sending shockwaves through me. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, needing him deeper. The pleasure built inside me, coiling tighter with every movement until it was almost unbearable.

“You’re so beautiful,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Every curve. Every inch of you. Mine.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my body responding to him in expected ways. My hips swayed in sync with his, matching every push, and the tension inside me grew stronger, climbing higher until I was right on the brink, about to lose control.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my neck, his voice a rough whisper. “Let go, Rose. Give it to me.”

And I did.

The orgasm hit me hard, ripping through me with a force that made my whole body shake. I cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders, my legs tightening around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. I was lost in it, lost in him, my body no longer my own.

He growled and his movements became urgent and intense, and I felt him release inside me, warmth flooding through me as he reached his own climax. He collapsed against me, his breath ragged, his body heavy on mine, but I didn’t mind. I liked the weight of him, the way he covered me completely.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, tangled together, our breathing the only sound in the room. His claws stroked my skin, soft now, almost tender, and his head rested against my chest. I could feel his breath on my skin, hot and steady.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice softer now, more human.

Chapter Fourteen

For a brief moment, his words lingered, enveloping me like the warmth of his body. But then, reality struck—sharp and sudden—leaving me breathless and trembling. The Creeper’s warmth still clung to me, his dark eyes fixed on mine, but it couldn’t hold back the guilt flooding in. My thoughts drifted to Katie, her unconscious body lying somewhere in this nightmare. How could I be here, tangled in this, while she was out there, helpless? Guilt came in waves, each one heavier than the last.

I turned to him. “Please... don’t hurt her,” I whispered.

He cocked his head, watching me with that unreadable gaze. He seemed to be processing my words, a deep, guttural growl following that twisted my insides. Fear clenched my stomach, but I had to try.

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