Page 18 of Monster Mistake

He grunted as he kicked his way free of his pants. “Underwear is a waste of time.”

“God bless efficiency,” she murmured.

She licked her lips as she stared at his cock. Surely, she didn’t intend to…not with her little human mouth…

As if she could hear his thoughts, she said, “I’m not exactly sure how to manage allthis, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to give it a good go.”

He opened his mouth to tell her that wasn’t necessary, but words escaped him when she tugged him toward her and wrapped her lush lips around him.

Fuuuccckkk.

A ragged hiss tore its way out of his throat as he stared down at her. Her eyes tipped up to his as she sucked him into the back of her throat and cupped his balls in her delicate hand.

“Holy hell, baby,” he choked out. “You’re killing me.”

He could tell she was enjoying the power she had over him. Her pleased hum as her cheeks hollowed out told him that much. He wished he didn’t have to stop her. But he wasnotgoing to come in her mouth. Not this time, at least.

So, he gave her hair a gentle tug, forcing her to let go. Her lips were swollen and wet as she blinked up at him. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

“Fuck no. But if you keep that up, I’m going to lose control.”

She bit her lower lip. “Sounds good to me.”

You first, wife.

“Tell me again that you’re sure,” he said in a voice so rough he barely recognized it as his own. “Tell me the answer is still yes.”

“I’m sure,” she said without hesitation. “And I’m on birth control.”

Which meant they’d be fucking with nothing between them, because monsters couldn’t carry or spread human diseases.

He didn’t dare think too much about that. Not when he was already hanging onto control by the barestwhisperof a thread. Which is why he didn’t respond to her statement. Just flipped her onto her back and scooted her up to the headboard.

“You might want to hang onto that,” he suggested. “This might get rough.”

“About damn time,” his wife muttered, grabbing the headboard with both hands.

Khill crawledup her body slowly, like the apex predator he was, stopping along the way only to give her breasts the attention they were begging for.

He held his weight off her the whole time. He outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds. It said a lot about his character that even in the throes of passion—like, theliteralthroes—he still cared more about her comfort level than his own. And the way he looked at her…phew. No one had ever gazed at her in such an open, honest way before. She’d never felt this desired. This needed.

This loved.

It made her so emotional she almost forgot about that giantbeastof a cock he was going to stuff inside her. Almost. Because seriously, she knew vaginas could stretch, butthatmuch? On some level, she was a little bit afraid this was going to rearrange her organs.

Not afraid enough to tell him to stop, of course. But concerned, nonetheless.

Thankfully, Khill seemed to sense her apprehension and took his time sliding into her, inch by glorious inch. So, so many inches. It wasn’t long before she realized her fears about punctured lungs and kidneys were unfounded. Probably because of the amount of effort he’d put into their, um, prep work. But when he finally bottomed out and they were nose-to-nose, she felt fuller than she’d ever felt in her life.

It was like they were made for each other.

“Oh, God, yes,” she panted.

His muscles tightened. “Fucking hell, you feel so good. So tight.”

Then he started to move.

He moved slowly at first, in and out, in and out, giving her time to adjust to his size. She knew he was holding back. She could see it in the rigid set of his jaw, feel it in the tightly coiled muscles of his core and arms. He was probably afraid of hurting her.

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