Page 114 of Monsters Wear Crowns
“You look so soft like this,” he mused, tracing his knuckles down my arm. “Fresh from the shower, smelling like lavender. No armor. No fight left in you. I can’t fucking resist.”
I glared. “There’salwaysfight left in me.”
His lips curved into a smirk. “Thenfightme, Adela.”
And then he spun me, pressing me into the shelves, his mouth colliding with mine. I gasped, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping against mine, slow but devastating. His hands gripped my waist, his fingers slippingbeneath the fabric of my tank, palming the bare skin beneath.
I arched into him, the silk of my shorts doing nothing to stop the heat rolling off his body.
“I’m fucking addicted to your body,” he muttered against my lips.
I smiled, digging my nails into his back. And then, he reached for his tie. It was smooth between his fingers as he slid it from its place, the deep charcoal-gray silk whispering through the air. He watched me, letting the anticipation build before he lifted it.
“Hands,” he ordered, voice low.
I bit my lip, but obeyed, offering them up to him.
He wound the tie around my wrists, tugging it tight enough to make me gasp, before raising a brow. “Too tight?”
I shook my head.Perfect.
A satisfied hum rumbled from him before he reached for another. The second tie–black and just as soft–slid between my lips, a slow, teasing movement as he wrapped it around the back of my head, securing it in place.
I moaned at the sensation, at the delicious control he wielded so easily.
“Much better,” he murmured, his fingers tracing my jaw.
My breath turned shallow, my heart pounding as he leaned in, his mouth barely caressing my ear.
“Now,” he said wickedly. “Let’s see how quiet you can be for me.” His hands tightened, and the next thing I knew, he was lifting me onto one of the lower shelves. He crowded into me, his body pressing between my thighs, caging me completely.
“I’m going totakewhat I want,” he said, voice rough, strained. “I’m in the mood to fucking drain you so you’re too tired to fight back.”
I held his gaze, my chest rising and falling. I nodded eagerly.Fuck. I knew what he was interested in. My darkest fantasy.
A growl rumbled in his throat, and then he yanked my silk shorts down my legs. I barely had time to readjust on the shelfbefore he kneeled before me. My hands were tied in my lap when he wrenched my legs wider.
“My sweet girl,” he murmured, kissing up the insides of my thighs. My eyes rolled back the moment his tongue swirled over my clit.
Fuck.
He didn’t hesitate. He gently licked and kissed as if he were worshipping me. My mind reeled. No man had ever made me feel like a fucking goddess before. I closed my eyes, reveling in his soft lips, my body already heating.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered, reaching up to pull my tank down, revealing both breasts. My nails dug into the wooden shelf when he growled against my clit.
Rafe continued to tease me endlessly, pulling me close to the edge and stopping, purposely glancing up through dark lashes at me. “Do you want to come?” he asked, his lips hovering over my aching clit.
I whimpered, my teeth biting into his tie.
“Be a good girl and come on my tongue.”
I nodded quickly, almost crying from relief.
“I’ve been gentle,” he purred. “But this will be anything but.”
Before I could raise my brows in confusion, he pressed a large hand on my chest, shoving my back against the wall. I inhaled sharply, not at all expecting that. His hands tightened on my hips as he yanked my ass closer. And when his mouth found my clit again, I cried out.
Fuck.
