Page 108 of Monster's Pretty Bride

Heat spreads through my veins, coiling low in my stomach as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush against him. My hands roam his broad shoulders, memorizing every curve, every ridge of hardened muscle. Every scar that tells a story of survival.

He lifts me effortlessly, carrying me into the small dwelling the villagers prepared for us. The walls are lined with flickering lanterns, casting golden light over the woven blankets and fur pelts laid in preparation for this night.

For our night.

He lays me down with aching care, as if I am made of something fragile.

I grab his wrist, my breath uneven. "Don't you dare treat me like glass, warlord."

A dark chuckle rumbles through his chest. "Then I will treat you like fire."

And he does.

His lips trail heat across my skin, burning a path of devotion.

His hands worship me, learning every dip and curve, every secret place that makes me sigh his name.

His lips find the sensitive skin of my neck, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers, "Your nipples are exquisite, Eryss." His tongue flicks out, teasing the hardened peaks before his mouth closes over one, sucking gently, then harder, drawing a moan from my lips.

My fingers tangle in his thick, dark hair, pulling him closer, urging him on.

“Naranus, please!” I moan, arching, almost rubbing onto him.

He moves lower, his hands exploring the landscape of my body. His calloused fingers graze my stomach, then lower, tracing the curve of my hip before settling possessively on my cunt. He spreads my legs, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

"Such a beautiful pussy," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His fingers delve inside, exploring the wet heat, eliciting a gasp from me.

I arch against him, desperate for more. ‘Take me, my mate.”

He groans, his own need palpable. He pulls back, taking off the clothe covering his genitals with shaking hands, revealing the impressive length of his cock, thick and hard, throbbing with anticipation. The sight of it sends another wave of heat through me.

Gods, he never fails me.

“Fuck me hard, Naranus,” I urge him, slinging my legs around his hips. I want him hard and deep in me, branding me in ways no other being can ever do.

He positions himself above me, his weight settling gently yet powerfully. The friction is exquisite, his cock filling me completely, the pressure intense and overwhelming.

“Yes!” I scream as he growls in pleasure as I will my muscles to suck him in deeper. To milk him of every last drop of his essence. I move my legs, driving him inside me deeply.

“Holy gods,” he roars, almost coming as I buck my hips and he moves faster.

Each thrust is a wave of pure pleasure, his name escaping my lips in gasps and moans. He kisses me again, deep and hungry, our tongues tangling, mirroring the passion exploding between our bodies.

He grips my hips, increasing the rhythm as he race to the top.

“Naranus, Naranus,” I gasp his name as if calling out for salvation.

His hands continue to explore, caressing my nipples, twisting them gently, adding a layer of exquisite torture to the already intense pleasure. I'm a whirlwind of sensation, my entire body screaming in silent ecstasy.

With each powerful thrust, the world narrows down to this, him, me, the raw, untamed passion consuming us. Our mating bond. The magic slowly binds us as it fires my nerve endings one by one, changing me fundamentally in a soul level.

To us, this isn’t just physical. This is beyond any pleasure the physical plane can offer.

He buries his face in my hair, his grunts punctuating the rhythm of our coupling. The air is thick with sweat and desire, a potent aphrodisiac driving us insane.

“I’m coming!” I scream.

He moans his assent as he shivers.

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