Page 27 of Monsters Carve Thrones
She stirred when I wrapped an arm around her waist, murmured something incoherent, and pressed back into me. I held her close, resting my face in her hair.
She didn’t ask where I’d been.
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ADELA
The dull throb in my skull reminded me just how much wine Laura and I had gone through. I groaned softly, blinking into the shadows of the room as the moonlight spilled across the bed.
Rafe was beside me.
His breathing was steady and deep. He smelled like soap, like heat, likehome. The silver wash of light carved across his bare chest, accentuating every muscle and scar I’d kissed and worshipped. His face was turned away from me, lashes brushing the tops of his cheeks, his jaw slack in sleep.
I shifted closer.
My leg slipped over his, the bare skin of my thigh brushing his. I paused, just breathing him in.
God, he was beautiful.
Even like this, unconscious and still, there was a silent danger in him. A violence resting just beneath the surface. But it didn’t scare me anymore. If anything, it stirred something low in my belly. I bit my lip, allowing the filthy thoughts to tear into my mind.
There was something obscenely hot about being in bed with a man like him. A monster in daylight, a killer in truth… but warm and mine in this still, perfect moment.
I tilted my head, staring at the soft curve of his mouth.
Then I couldn’t help myself.
My hand slipped beneath the blanket, fingers trailing over the line of his abdomen, down to the cotton of his briefs. I cupped him, gentle at first, watching for any reaction. Nothing.
His cock stirred beneath my palm, heavy and hot. I bit back a moan, feeling the twitch of him growing harder, fuller, responding to me even in sleep.
God.
My body reacted instinctively. I rolled my hips against his muscular thigh, desperate for friction, breath catching in my throat.
Still, he didn’t move.
And I wanted him too much to wait.
Sliding up, I straddled him, easing his briefs down just enough to free him. He was thick and warm against my pussy, and when I guided him to my entrance, I had to swallow the whimper that rose in my throat. My hand stroked his cock against my clit, my body on fucking overdrive seeing how peaceful he looked beneath me. He’d used me in my sleep before, so now it was my turn.
I sank down slowly, letting him stretch and fill me. He shifted slightly beneath me, a low grunt in his throat. But he didn’t wake. My hands pressed against his chest as I began to move, soft and slow, riding the edge of madness with every roll of my hips.
The pleasure built, steady and exquisite, like a flame licking up my spine. His hands moved then, rising in sleep to squeeze my thighs.
I froze for a second, breath stalling.
Then he groaned, a deep, half-conscious sound that vibrated through his chest. He still hadn’t opened his eyes, but his body was awake, answering mine. And he wanted more.
So I gave it to him.
His fingers stayed firm on my thighs, a silent command for me to keep going. His eyes remained closed, brows drawn slightly, lips parted as his breathing deepened beneath me. I moved in slow, steady rolls, chasing every wave of sensation like it was the last. My palms braced on his chest, his heartbeat thudding beneath them. My body was tight, coiled, and his every twitch inside me drove me closer to that dizzying edge.
The room was silent except for the subtle creak of the bed and the thick sound of our breath syncing into something primal. Rafe flexed inside me, hips lifting just enough to meet my movements, a quiet grunt catching in his throat.
His grip on my thighs tightened, his muscles tensing under my hands as a low, drawn-out groan escaped him. It was sleepy and rough and utterlywrecked. “Fuck…”
His release pulsed inside me, the warmth of it tipping me straight into my own. I came with a shuddering gasp, nails digging into his chest, head dropping as I rode out every crashing wave, our bodies locked in a slow, exhausted rhythm of shared bliss.
