Page 64 of The Monsters We Are

Her eyelids snapped open as Cain sank an inch of his dick inside her. He paused, and forceful smacks of dark sensation flayed her soul. Another inch of his cock slid into her pussy. Again, he paused, and a static wave of pleasure rushed its way over her being.

Another inch of his dick. More pleasure to her soul. Another inch. More soul-deep sensations.

The pattern continued, repeatedly snatching her from the physical plane to the “floaty” plane and back again. It sent her off-balance, screwed with her mental processes, and kept her body on edge as it yearned for yet another release.

The torment paused for a long moment, and she realized why the ache in her pussy was so damn pronounced—he hadn’t buried the full length of his shaft inside her yet. Her inner muscles were clutching him tight and sucking at his cock as if to drag him deeper into her body.

She whimpered as she felt him pull back. “No.” It was a sob, and it made his dark gaze glitter with a predatory indecency.

Leaving the tip of his cock inside her, Cain draped himself over her. “I love fucking with your head.” He tapped her temple. “Love being up here. Ruling your thoughts. Making it so that you can’t even think straight.” Then he was hammering into her.

She clung to him, her only anchor in the sexual storm. He plundered and possessed, his pace urgent and primal. The tip of his tongue swirled around her nipple, and then he captured the taut bud with his mouth. He thrust and suckled and bit even as he thrashed her soul with sensations yet again, overloading her on every level with so much pleasure she wanted to cry.

But no matter how much she cursed, no matter how much she bitched, no matter how much shebegged, he didn’t make her come. He just kept on brutally fucking in and out of her while again devastating her soul with sensation after sensation.

It went on and on. And on and on and on. Until she began to think it might never stop.

A thumb rolled her clit, and she imploded in an instant—screaming, arching, shaking, tears dripping down her face. She was utterly wrecked just as he’d warned her she’d be.

Cain’s cock throbbed inside her, but he hadn’t come.

She blinked up at him, tensing as a strange, transparent film coated his eyes. Her pulse skittered. “Cain?”

He gave her a soft kiss. “Shh, it’s okay. Let it have you.” He did a slow blink, and then a green, serpent gaze locked with hers.

She subtly drew in a breath, meeting its eyes steadily. It let out a rumbling sound of satisfaction, seemingly pleased. Maybe it had expected her to recoil or—

The monster abruptly pulled out of her, flipped her onto her stomach, and propped her on her hands and knees.Well.It slammed home, forcing its way past her swollen inner muscles and—oh shit—the shaft inside her felt so much thicker than before.

The monster pounded into her, its grip on her hips hard enough to hurt. There was no technique in the way that it took her. No finesse. Its thrusts were vicious and feral and animalistic.

Cain had consumed her, just as he’d promised. His creaturesubjugatedher. Conquered her. Exploited her body. Claimed it for its own personal use. But not cruelly, not dispassionately. Just . . . self-centeredly. And with so much territorialism that it made Cain’s level of possessiveness seem easygoing.

She couldn’t lie, the whole thing pushed some majorly hot buttons that she hadn’t known she had until then. It took everything she had not to rear back to meet the hard drives of its cock. She figured it would be better to let the monster have full control. So she simply took what it gave her.

A hand fisted her hair and yanked her head aside. Her heart jumped as teeth grazed the crook of her neck. The move felt like a threat. A promise. A—

The teeth sank deep.

Oh Jesus, the venomdidburn. Burned like a goddamn mother. But the pain spiced up the pleasure, throwing her into an orgasm that seemed to come out of nowhere. The release whipped through her like a lightning bolt, violent andso damn good.It drained her, leaving her feeling all-hollowed out, and she barely registered as the monster exploded inside her.

She collapsed onto her elbows, breathing hard, shaking like a leaf. A hot tongue lapped at her bite, and a pleased rumble vibrated against her back. Then the tight hold on her hips gentled, and a kiss was pressed to the spot between her shoulder blades.

“Cain?”

“I’m here.” He slipped his arms beneath her, holding her to him. “My monster was content to retreat, now that you’re marked.” He nuzzled her. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Your creature was rough but not too rough.”

“I reminded it that you likely wouldn’t let it have you again if it wasn’t mindful of its strength. I didn’t expect it to listen to me, but it did.” He kissed the hollow beneath her ear. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“If what you’re really asking is if I’m freaking out about getting fucked by your monster and having its venom inside me, no, I’m not. Does that make me weird?”

“No.” He pressed a lingering kiss to her neck. “It makes you a fucking miracle. My miracle.”

She felt a smile tug at her mouth, adding that comment to her mental “best stuff Cain says” file. “Dude, I amtotallysucking your dick later.” Even deflating, said dick twitched inside her.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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