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“Oh my… what are you…fuuuck!” She gasps, her hips jerking against me as her pussy tightens even more. She comes with a shriek, and my second tongue works itself violently against her through the climax.

The tongue above my dick disappears, and I roll us with my cock still buried inside her, settling myself between her thighs. Beads of perspiration dot her hairline, and a drunken, lazy smile curves her lips.

“You make quite a compelling argument.” She giggles. “Why would you want to see me again?”

“I—” Here I go, being vulnerable and gross again.When did I become such a sap?I’m fairly certain it was when she asked me my name, but it could have been before that. It might have been the moment I saw her draped over the lounge chair.

Either way, it’s more than a want at this point.

“I need you to come back.”

There it is. The word I’ve been struggling to find this entire time. The deep-seated feeling in my bones, the tugging at my soul that draws me to this monstress.Need.

“I can’t explain it,” I say, fumbling through my words as my hands dance over her exposed skin, memorizing every dip and curve. I want to remember every detail forever. “And I don’t understand it, but your presence alone makes things here a little brighter. My existence may just be worth enduring if you’re in it.”

She’s quiet for a long moment, and I worry I’ve messed everything up by being too forward. From what I’ve seen, male monsters don’t possess the same level of intimacy that humans do. Monstresses, on the other hand, are softer and more compassionate. Vulnerability resonates with them in a way that male monsters don’t understand.

I need her to understand.

“You may think I’m crazy,” I go on, “and I probably am after all my time here, but I know what I feel. I can’t give you anything but time, and things would always be this way, but even if it’s just once more… I need to see you again.”

A long moment of silence hangs between us, and I hold my breath. Her pussy flutters around my cock, and it’s all I can do to stay focused.

I don’t want to imagine what will happen if she walks out the door and never returns. I don’t think I can bear it if I’m never able to touch her or kiss her again, especially now that I’ve gotten a taste.

For the first time in a long time, a flicker of hope for something other than escape ignites within me, and I’m clinging to it for dear life.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she answers.

“I promise,” she says. “You’ll see me again, Kade.”

My balls clench at the way my name rolls off her tongue again, and I crush my lips against hers, stealing her breath as I begin to work my hips. I hook my hands beneath her thighs, prying her open wide as I fuck into her at a frantic pace, chasing my own release.

I come fast and hard, my cock twitching as I fill her to the brim with my seed. I can’t remember the last time I came twice in one night, but it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough. Not with Syn. I want to fill her with cum until she can’t take any more, and it’s spilling down her thighs. I want to fill every one of her holes until I consume her.

She’ll walk out of this manion reeking of me.

I may not be able to claim her as mine, but I’ll do a damn good job trying.

“I’ll spend every second looking forward to it,” I assure her before capturing her lips with mine.

Epilogue

Kade

It’s been weekssince I lost myself in Syn, and the taste and feel of her have haunted me ever since. When I dream, she’s there, draped over the beige lounge chair upstairs, begging me to take her relentlessly until we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

When I’m awake, the thought of her is what drives me, makes me want to survive another day. Every day I’m dragged upstairs to meet with a client, I hold out hope that it’s her I’ll find waiting for me.

So far, I haven’t been so lucky…

A bang on the barred door makes me jump, and I look over to see Sparky’s ugly ass standing there.

“Get up, Monster Fucker,” he says, just as he has every day for the last several months. “Get dressed and come with me.”

One of my brows shoots up, but I remain lying on the bed, one leg draped casually off the side.

“Where are we going?” It isn’t like him to make me leave immediately for a client. I haven’t even showered today.

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