Page 115 of Monsters in Love

Except she wasn’t. Sitting astride him on the beam, it was like she was floating, or flying. Soaring into her most sinful dreams. Her entire world was his muscled body and the ocean of colored light far below.

Confident he’d never let her fall, she spread her arms. “It’s incredible.”

“So are you.” His wings brushed gently over her cheeks and breasts, the thin leather silky against her skin. Lips followed, and teeth and an astoundingly long tongue, kissing and scraping a delicate trail of fire across her body.

Her nipples pebbled.

With a soft moan, she bent over him and dragged her nails down his chest. She wouldn’t have imagined it possible to be alight with need so quickly after release, yet her body was already coiling tight with desire.

Her core pulsed, begging to be filled.

She rocked her hips against his and started working at the knot holding his shorts closed. “I need you… I…”

“And I need you.” Teeth scraped across her shoulder, then he cupped her face and searched her eyes. “Are you sure about this? I am not human. My body is different—”

She gasped as his shorts fell away, revealing an enormous member.

“I’ll say—” Cheeks flushing, she clamped a hand over her mouth.

He chuckled, thumbs brushing the inside of her thighs. “My pride appreciates your awe.” He flexed his hips and somehow that member swelled further, leaving her throat dry with anticipation even as she wondered how such a length was possible. “But I won’t allow myself to hurt you. We’ll have to take it slow, my love.”

She bit her lip and nodded.

The Chastry taught her to be ashamed of the wetness of her core, yet she could find no shame in the way Talos held her, as if she were the most precious thing in all the lands. His careful caresses left her aching for more. Strong fingers circled her waist and drifted up over her breasts. Her sensitive skin reacted to the touch, hips undulating in the ancient rhythm, all of her desperate for him to take what they both wanted.

She grasped his ruff and pulled him forward. “Talos.”

“Not yet,” he groaned. “I have to ready you.”

She wasn’t confident that manhood would fit inside her, but she’d be damned if she wouldn’t try. “Then…” She bit her lip as a rolling wave of pleasure crashed over her. “Do… it…”

“As you wish.” His eyes gleamed with anticipation. Massive hands guided her hips, rubbing her slick folds along the length of his member. Its velvety softness teased her sex with every motion. At the same time, his hands slid around her thighs, his digits slipping over her honey and into her folds.

Opening her, testing her.

Tiny, desperate gasps shook her chest.

“Gods,” he groaned, that deep voice adding to the pressure building within her. “I can’t wait any longer.”

He eased the tip of his shaft into her.

The sensation of being stretched nearly sent her over the edge. The line between pleasure and pain blurred, and yet she ached to take more of him. To feel all of him inside her.

“Easy, love.” He gripped her rear, holding her still while she adjusted to him.

But she didn’t want to be easy.

She wanted him. Now. She arched her back and tightened her legs around him. A ragged cry tore from his lips, then he slid inside her, piercing her to her core in one smooth motion.

The length of him stretched her. Filled her.

Her head fell back.

For a moment, she thought she’d drown in the sheer pleasure of it. Then Talos was gently pushing his hips forward, setting a languid pace, and she was rocking against his length—and being supported by it. His member wasn’t the boneless sex she’d seen in cattle and heard whispered about by town wives at the well. No. Her lover’s manhood was firm, stiff and secured within her.

The feeling of being so completely joined, of being held in place by that member, was an intoxicating mix of passion and protection. The slow, deep rhythm of their lovemaking beat within her, even as her body demanded more.

She wanted this moment to last forever.

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