Page 77 of Hollyhocks

“I have my own monster,” he mumbles against my shoulder before kissing my collarbone. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you. You’re everything.”

He holds me tighter, his cries becoming louder when my tail moves faster.

“Holly. Holly.” He shakes his head. “Oh, that’s it. Fuck, oh, God, you feel so good. Give it to me, Wildflower. Make me come. Let me fill you up. I want nothing more than to get you pregnant.” His hand cups my stomach. “I want to see you round with my child. I have a feeling I’m not going to be able to get enough of you knowing you’ll be carrying my son or daughter.”

I roll my hips against him harder. His face pinches as he holds his orgasm back and his fingers dig into my hips, helping me move faster. I use my wings to gain speed. A strong breeze is created, making a mess of the blankets. Everything on his dresser falls to the floor. The lamp on his nightstand crashes to the ground too, the bulb shattering. The blankets twirl into a tangled mess, but it doesn’t stop us from devouring one another.

I hit his prostate one more time and he tosses his head back, his cock thickening with his orgasm as he pours himself into me. With a growl, he picks me up and slams me on the bed, lifting my leg onto his shoulder to drive his come into me.

The suckers lining my channel taste his salty-sweet release. My tentacles wrap around his base, creating a thick knot, and when he thrusts into me as hard as he can, the makeshift knot connects us.

My orgasm bursts inside me next. “Fitz! Oh, more. More. More. Your cock feels so good. Oh, God,” A loud cry sounds from me.

I arch my back as wave after wave of pleasure electrifies my body. I ink, squirting all over his cock again.

“Fuck!” he shouts, driving him and the knot inside me as he comes again. “Those suckers are a weapon, Wildflower. You could make me come with those alone.”

“I’ll have to try that another day.” I suck his bottom lip into my mouth before it turns into a slow, lazy, heated kiss.

He rocks slowly, pushing his seed further inside me. Our tongues twist together. He licks and teases me before giving me his lips again.

“I love you wild,” he murmurs against my lips. “As in, it can never be contained.”

I drag my knuckles down his cheek. “I love you too, Doe Eyes. I’ve loved you since the moment I scented you.”

He smiles, showing those damn dimples that make me weak in my knees. His fingers roam through my hair, petting me gently. His eyes dart from my horns, face, and wings, then back to my eyes.

“How long will we be locked together like this?”

My tongue flicks out to lick the sweat from his neck, but I want more. The appendage shifts, splitting into multiple tentacles again, and they wrap around his neck.

I can taste his lust through his sweat. It’s warm like cinnamon. His pulse thumps in chaos, but not in panic or fear.

Desire.

And with direct contact, the scent infiltrates my taste buds, sating the craving that’s always gnawing at my stomach for him.

“Holly,” he groans, flexing his cock inside me one more time.

My mouth waters when his orgasm can be tasted from two of my holes. Spit drips from my bottom lip. I unwrap the tentacles from his neck and shift them into my regular tongue.

“I couldn’t help myself.” I wipe the corner of my mouth. “I love how your skin tastes. Howyoutaste.”

“You can taste me anytime, Holly.” He cages my head in with his arms. “Do I have those hickeys all over my neck?” He touches his pulse where I sucked the hardest.

“Yes,” I purr in delight. “You look pretty with my necklace around your throat.”

He blushes, biting his bottom lip. His shaggy hair falls in his face, and I brush it out of the way so I can see his eyes.

“Did you know you have four hundred and eleven freckles on your face?” I twirl a finger in one strand, loving that the beautiful brown locks are slightly damp from how hard we fucked.

He tilts his head, chuckling, running his finger across my jaw. “And how do you know that?”

“I counted them while you were sleeping,” I say obviously.

I mean, how else?

“I should be concerned about that but I oddly find it comforting.”

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