Page 114 of Monsters in Love

“Now, Belle,” he said. “We take.”

Gone was the man she’d had to convince to touch her, and what had replaced him was a creature brimming with desire. He nuzzled her head and neck, brushing his lips across her flesh and leaving it aching for more. Teeth followed, nipping her sensitive skin.

Her body flexed and strained, desperate for more.

And why not take more?

She’d never been one to let others do all the work—or have all the enjoyment. The entire length of him was beneath her, and she wanted to explore every inch of him that she could reach. Still held firmly against the ceiling by one of his massive hands, she ran her fingers through his ruff and down his chest, her lips following her fingers just as he had done.

His skin flexed beneath her touch and she nipped his pec, reveling in the way his body shuddered with pleasure.

She reached the rope securing his shorts.

He hissed and caught her hands. “Not yet, love.”

“But… but I want…” Her words dissolved into a breathy moan as something brushed the folds of her sex.

“I know what you want.” His wicked grin had her quivering with anticipation. He lightly bit the swell of her breast, then drew his tongue across the mark. “But first, I taste every piece of you.”

Holy Gods, how was it possible for a tongue to be as long as her forearm and agile enough to circle her breast and tease her sensitive nipple. How was he able to do this while still holding her? His grip didn’t falter, and she never once feared she’d fall, even as that incredible tongue traced a line of fire across her breasts, before dipping down between her legs. Gods. Was he truly going to kiss her there? Her face heated, even as her hips bucked with wanting.

“Tal—oh!” She gasped as his tongue slid between her folds. “Oh, Gods!”

“Mmmm.” He hummed with pleasure into her sex.

The sound vibrated through her, making her insides coil tighter with excitement. Then he slowly licked the length of her and sensation flooded her loins. Her eyes fluttered closed and her back arched.

Moaning softly, she rolled her hips and gripped his ruff for dear life.

Holy gods.

His tongue was long and agile and hundreds of times more talented than her fingers, when she’d thought of Thomas alone in the dark. He could reach…everything. Touch everything. And when that tongue eased into her channel, it seemed to feather, brushing every part of her. Sparks of pure bliss flooded her vision and her body shot straight into ecstasy.

The force of her release would have sent her careening off the ceiling if he hadn’t had her pinned.

She shuddered, hips rolling as she drifted down to earth.

Or, up. As she was still pinned to the ceiling.

“Th—Talos…” She bit her lip and to make her eyeballs cooperate.

When she finally managed to focus, she found Talos grinning at her.

The cocky tilt of his lips reminded her of when Thomas had beaten Jaston in the winter solstice log-tossing competition. He’d been insufferable. And nearly impossible not to drag behind the barn and climb like a tree. Instead of slicing into her joy, the reminder of who he’d been only filled her heart further.

“Smug bastard.” She trailed her fingers along the curve of his jaw, savoring the ability to touch him.

“Indeed.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Ready?”

She blinked at him in confusion. “Ready for—”

“This.” He flipped them around.

Stone and floor and light whipped around her—or she whipped around in them—and then she was sitting astride him.

“Whoa.” She flattened her palms on his chest and tightened her legs around his waist. He’d positioned them on the central beam, running across the ceiling above the stained glass window. Once again beneath her, his back was on the wood and his hands gripped her hips.

Poised high above the floor, she probably should have been terrified.

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