Page 45 of Monster's Secret Baby

"Me?" She nips at me, and I groan. "What did I do?"

I grip her throat, fingers digging into her jaw. "You've driven me fucking crazy for years, Harmony." I tip my face forward until our lips are nearly touching. "I amnothingbut an obsessed man desperate for you."

Harmony lunges forward, her mouth crashing against mine with a ferocity that matches my own. Five years of separation burns away in an instant. I grip her thighs and lift her like she weighs nothing, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. The perfect fit of her body against mine sends a bolt of pure possession through my veins.

"Mine," I growl against her mouth, already walking us backward into the darkened restaurant.

Every step is torture, her body rocking against the hard length of me through our clothes. My wings spread wide behind me, the tips almost brushing the doorframe. Magic bleeds from my skin without conscious thought—silver-blue light dancing around us, casting shadows across her face as I crush her against the nearest wall.

"I feel your magic," she gasps, her head falling back as I attack her throat with teeth and tongue. "It's... wilder than before."

I laugh darkly against her skin. "You have no idea what I've become without you."

My power swirls around us, thick and heavy, sealing off sound and light from the outside world. Creating a pocket where nothing exists but us.

"Brooke—" Harmony's eyes dart upward, toward the ceiling.

"Won't hear a fucking thing." I catch her jaw in my hand, forcing her to look at me. "But I'll hear everything. Every sound, every breath." My thumb drags across her lower lip, pressing down until her mouth parts. "Every scream."

She shudders against me, and I feel her surrender in the melting of her body against mine. Her hands tear at my shirt, nails scratching against my skin in her haste.

"I've imagined this every night for five years," I confess, my voice raw as I shove the neck of her dress down, exposing her breasts to my hungry gaze. "Breaking you apart. Making you forget anyone but me."

Harmony's fingers fumble with the lacings of my pants. "Shut up and fuck me," she demands, and the sharp bite in her voice drives me to the edge of madness.

I rip her dress up to her waist, finding her already wet for me. My control fractures completely.

"No gentle reunion for us, little bird." I tear at my lacings, freeing myself with desperate hands. "Not after what you did."

She opens her mouth to argue, but I silence her with a brutal kiss, swallowing her words as I position myself against her entrance. The crystal geode I've carried for years digs into my thigh through my pocket—a constant reminder of everything I've lost.

"Tell me you want this," I command, barely recognizing my own voice.

Her eyes blaze up at me, defiance warring with desire. "Make me forget why I ran."

It's all the permission I need. I slam into her, burying myself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. She cries out, the sound vibrating through my mouth where it's sealed over hers. Her nails rake down my back, catching on the sensitive joints where my wings meet my spine.

"Fuck," I groan, the pleasure-pain nearly undoing me. "You're still perfect. Still made for me."

I pin her harder against the wall, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. The position holds her exactly where I want her as I withdraw slightly and drive back into her, establishing a punishing rhythm that has her gasping for air.

"You feel that?" I rasp against her ear, punctuating each word with a thrust. "This is what you took from both of us when you ran."

Harmony's head falls back against the wall, her eyes half-closed, mouth parted in ecstasy. "Adellum—gods?—"

I clasp my hand over her mouth, feeling her moan against my palm. "You don't get to say my name like that. Not yet."

Her inner walls clench around me in response, and I have to grit my teeth against the wave of pleasure threatening to end this too quickly. My magic intensifies with my emotions, wrapping around us in tendrils of light that caress her skin, leaving trails of sensation wherever they touch.

She writhes against me, her body accepting me even as her mind still fights. I can feel her approaching the edge, her breathing growing ragged, her rhythm faltering. The knowledge that she's still so responsive to me, that no one else has touched what's mine in all these years, drives me to a frenzy.

"Come for me," I demand, removing my hand from her mouth to slip between our bodies, finding the spot that makes her tremble. "Let me feel you break apart."

Her body arches, her lips forming my name in a silent cry as she shudders around me. The sight of her—flushed, disheveled, utterly mine—pushes me past the point of no return. I bury my face against her neck as my climax tears through me, my wings curling forward to enfold us both completely.

For the first time in five years, the constant storm inside me calms. Harmony's heartbeat thunders against my chest, her breath warm against my skin. We remain locked together, neither willing to break the fragile peace of this moment.

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