Page 17 of Monster Mistake

“Motherfucker!” she wailed.

Another chuckle. He spun her around to face him and pressed her hands to the wall over her head. “Leave those there,” he ordered.

She’d never wanted to lower her hands more in her life. Being told what to do triggered every rebellious instinct she had. Butthe fear of him moving away and refusing to touch her again had her following orders.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured right before he dropped to his knees at her feet and completely blew her mind.

Holy. Hell.

Yep. This was it. This was how she was going to die.

And she couldn’t think of a better way to go.

CHAPTER 11

Khill knew there was a very good chance he wasn’t going to last two minutes once he got inside Justine. So, while what he said about not rushing was true, he was also taking things slowly to ensure she at least got to come a few times before he did.

Gazing up at her now, though, he realized waiting and taking it slow wasn’t going to be an option for much longer.

Fucking hell, her body was gorgeous. All soft skin, long, lean muscles, and rounded curves. If he was an artist, he could show his appreciation of her body by painting or sculpting her. But he had zero artistic ability, so he’d have to worship her a little…differently.

Leaning in, breathing deep the mingled scents of her desire and the cherry blossom and almond lotion she used, he knewexactlyhow to prove to her just how desirable she was.

She whimpered as he brushed his thumb over her clit. Gasped when his tongue followed the same path. Trembled when he slid two fingers inside her, stroking her g-spot.

He manfully suppressed a whimper of his own when she threw a leg over his shoulder, digging her heel into his back. That’s when he realized how wrong he’d been.

Two minutes was an incredibly unrealistic estimate of how long he was going to last. At this rate, he was going to come on the snowy white skin of her stomach like a horny, inexperienced teenager before he ever got inside her.

But he was a husband now, and he owed his wife more than a quick, caveman-like rutting. So, he grabbed her ass with his free hand to hold her steady while hereallygot to work.

Her entire body quaked as he worked her over with his tongue and fingers, and her hands restlessly clawed the wall above her head. Animalistic, guttural sounds—sounds that resonated to the depths of his soul—fell from her lips, urging him on.

She was so close. He could feel it in the tightening of her muscles and hear it in her trembling, raw voice. But his wife was stubborn. She was holding onto control for some reason.

“Let go,” he murmured. “Come for me, wife. Now.”

And much to his surprise—and tremendous pleasure—she did.

Her every shuddering gasp, every inner contraction and convulsion, was a gift—a gift he intended to draw out of her again and again until she was too tired and spent and satiated to move.

The rumbling growl of satisfaction he let out was the perfect accompaniment to her broken cries and moans. It was more pleasing to his ears than any symphony he’d ever heard.

When the last of her shudders subsided, she dropped her leg from his shoulder and looked like she was going to slide bonelessly to the floor.

Oh, dear wife, we’re not anywhereneardone yet.

Khill stood up, upended her over his shoulder, and marched her to the bed. She gasped, then giggled when he dumped her on the mattress unceremoniously. Had he ever heard her giggle before? He didn’t think so.

But he intended to hear it every day for the rest of his life. He’d make fuckingsureof it.

Plus, the way she bounced when she hit the bed was nothing short of magical.

In that moment, looking down at Justine’s dreamy, sated grin, Khill felt more like a hero and less like a monster than he’d ever felt. Making his wife come had given him that feeling.

Then she sat up on her knees, scooted to the edge of the bed, and reached for his zipper. He immediately got lightheaded, probably because all the blood in his body had shifted to his cock. He held his breath as her deft fingers undid his jeans and shoved them down to his knees.

Her eyes widened. “You go commando, huh? Good to know.”

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