Page 15 of Monsters in Love

She moves her hand to circle the pearl of flesh nestled above her entrance.

I pull away from her so I can watch her pleasure herself. Watch her movements as she arches and swallows her moans. See her body trembling as pleasure overtakes her body.

Her muscles tighten around my fingers. I thrust into her faster, matching her quickening pace until she claps her other hand over her mouth and comes.

Slick gushes over my hand, and more pours from her when I remove it. I rise to my knees, the tops of my horns grazing the brambles above me. Resting on my haunches, I tear open my pants, my cock rising from my hips now that I am no longer restrained.

I smear her liquid heat over me, pumping my hand in a slow and steady up and down motion. Her gaze locks onto my actions, following along as if hypnotized.

“Do you want this, Karis?” I ask.

She nods, eyes transfixed on what I hold in my hand rather than my words. I bend toward her, lifting her chin so I can see into her eyes. Her pupils are dilated, but she focuses on me when I ask her to. “Answer with your words, please.”

“Yes,” she says. Then adds, “Please.”

I smile at that. “That’s my good girl.”

She stifles a strangled moan as she shifts her hips, a small orgasm rippling over her. I do believe my little mate likes praise. Noted.

It is a good thing the hunting party has left the area and is well away from here. I want to hear more of Karis’s pleasure noises.

I settle between her legs, reveling in the feel of her wrapped around me. Nuzzling into her neck as she sighs in pleasure, I tell her how good she is, how beautiful she looks, how I will enjoy tasting every bit of her body…I’m not sure how much she hears, but I keep talking.

Even as I leave a trail of kisses down her neck…and as I lave one breast and then the other, paying special attention to her nipples…and as I taste her taunting heat, dragging my tongue over her seam and delving into her core…and as I finally suck her clit, swirling my tongue over her in circling motions that echo the way she touched herself…I don’t stop praising every bit of her until she is desperately gripping onto my horns, mindless to anything else but her pleasure as she unravels, commanding me to fill her.

She can’t take me, not completely, not yet, so I push her legs up so her knees are to her chest, and slide my cock along her drenched folds.

“Yes! Please! Faster!” and I piston my hips to meet her demands, bearing down on her clit.

A primal scream rips from her throat as she comes for me. I let out a growl of satisfaction when the first rope of cum jets out of me and splashes across her chest. I enjoy seeing her marked with evidence of my claim. She swipes at some that land on her breast, and sticks her fingers in her mouth, sucking them clean, licking her lips for every drop.

More cum shoots out of me, rope after rope, until I am wrung out, and she is awash with my fluids. I massage it into her skin, between her legs, inside her core, until there is nothing left.

Bright-eyed and eager, Karis rolls to her knees and crawls toward me. She isn’t winded in the slightest. In fact, she seems even more energized. I now understand the awe and wonder in males’ voices when they describe servicing a female in heat. Staring at Karis now, I see it.

I have never backed away from a challenge before, but damn, do I want to. I don’t know how much of my control I have left. Especially when Karis looks at me like that. Touches me like this. And swallows me down.

Karis

Iwake, sore, achy, and, strangely, energized. I feel good. Damn good, and I haven’t even had coffee yet.

I stretch and realize that the warm bed I thought I laid upon is actually Bronn, who is sleeping so soundly that I’m sure he would be embarrassed, knowing I am awake and he isn’t.

I wonder why he’s so tired…

The blur of last night’s activities flash like huge alarm bells in my mind.

Oh.

God.

We had sex last night. Lots of sex. Copious fluids level of sex.

And I couldn’t get enough. Wouldn’t leave him alone. I took advantage of him and forced myself all over him.

I bury my face in my hands. I’m a horrible person.

“Who is a horrible person?” Bronn’s grumpy voice breaks through my reverie. He sits up in one fluid motion. His muscles taunt me, and I curl my fingers into tight fists so I’m not tempted to touch what doesn’t belong to me.

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