Page 24 of Monstrous

None of this is your fault, Zane retorts.What happened to your fiancé was an accident. He was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Loving me got him killed, because if he’d fallen for another girl, he would still be alive today.

“It doesn’t explain why you’re wearing his face. Why do I fear him? How can I be afraid when all I feel are shame and guilt?”

Zane doesn’t answer for a long time, craning his head down to kiss the side of my neck, and I tremble at the touch.

It’s not that you are afraid of Walker, Mari, he explains. I feel his voice against my skin.You are afraid of yourself. And you are not close to anyone in this life. I chose this form and this face because he was the last person to actually see you for you, and that is what terrifies you. That someone will see the truth of you and hate it.

His kisses turn hotter as he nips a trail to my chin. His fingers trail from my waist around to the front of my hips.

“What are you doing? You said we didn’t have time—”

He cuts me off.There is always time to pleasure you.

“We’re in an alley. In public,” I say nervously.

I don’t care, Zane insists.I want you. I plan to have you. Right here.

But I notice out of the corner of my eye that the shadows around us thicken under his manipulation. Shielding us a bit from anyone who might be out. Although, given the hour, the odds of someone walking by and seeing us are low.

It’s a small thrill and one I don’t expect. Especially when Zane reaches up to squeeze my breast at the same time he captures my mouth. He and I hadn’t gotten a lot of time together earlier, with Arc and Vexx claiming most of my attention. I had gladly let them, because the thought of staring up at Walker while someone wearing his face fucked me didn’t feel right.

Now?

Now things have changed. The kisses are bruising. Leaving me swollen and ready for more.

I want more of his strength. His wild abandon and passion.

I want whatever he has to offer me, and so much more.

His fingertips are brands on my flesh but there’s no time for us to go slow. Not with Darkness riding hard on our asses. Not when I want Zane so completely it hurts. The monster, not the skin he’s wearing.

He pushes my pajama bottoms down and I struggle to kick them away, not caring where they land. Standing there in nothing but a baggy shirt should be embarrassing. So why do I feel like the sexiest woman in the world?

A finger crooked at me brings me closer and I wrap my arms around him, jumping up so that he has no choice but to catch me. I wrap my legs around his hips and nudge against him in a silent plea. Already I’m wet and aching for him.

There is no sweetness this time. There is only urgency. A blinding desire to let him do whatever he wants to me, with me.

He breathes me in like he has to have me. The kisses steal the air from my lungs. Then he’s dropping his fly, pressing me up against the hard bricks of the building. Gripping my hips fully. Guiding his ridged cock toward my soaking, waiting entrance.

A groan of desire rips through me as he presses against my core, my hips shifting forward to meet him until he’s entirely sheathed inside of me. He pulls himself out slowly. Watching me like a jaguar stalking prey through the jungle, before slamming into me a second time.

Those ridges are fan-fucking-tastic. They rub me in exactly the right way.

I work to meet the punishing timing of his thrusts as he unleashes himself on me. That is the only way I can think about it. His inner monster is on full display as he slams me against the side of the building, my cries filling the alley. His hands reach down to grab my wrists and press them above my head.

Our bodies work in tandem and I’m not afraid to look at him. Not now. Not with the delicious fucking friction building between us. Zane grinds his hips against me, rolling them in figure eights until my vision goes blurry and the entirety of me trembles.

The orgasm rips through me even though he’s not fondling my clit. But he’s not done. He’s not nearly done.

I’m still in the middle of coming as he pulls down my shirt to free my tits. Drawing a nipple into his mouth.

His pace doesn’t slow and I feel him everywhere. My blood is electrified. Suddenly I want the shadows gone. I want everyone to see what this creature does to me. How he turns me inside out.

Suddenly I’m screaming like a woman possessed. He drives himself into me again and again without mercy. And I get the feeling he isn’t even close.

Zane gives no warning before pulling out of me. At once he drops to the ground in front of me, one hand keeping my shirt out of his way as he feasts on me.His tongue flicks against my already sensitized clit and I lift the other shaking leg around him to keep him in place. Panting like an animal in heat as he licks, nips, and keeps me poised on the edge of a second orgasm.

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