Page 120 of Monsters Carve Thrones
I tilted my chin up in challenge, a smirk pulling on my lips. “I’m not ready for you to leave me,” I whispered, draggingmy nails down his spine. “I need more of you. I want todrainyou tonight. I want you to fill me again.”
His jaw clenched. I felt the tension coil through him. But I knew him. Knew how to push him past the edge. How to call out the darker thing that lived just beneath his skin. The monster that came out forme.
So I shoved lightly against his chest playfully. “What?” I asked, voice dripping with tease. “Too tired?”
His eyes flared.
There it was. Predator activated.
His hand clamped around my hip. “Are yousureyou want to provoke me? This?”
I rolled my hips again, watching the flash of pain and pleasure cross his face. “Yes,” I said, low and steady. “Be wild. Be rough. Give me everything youknowI like. I want to have trouble walking tomorrow. Do you understand me?”
His laugh was dark and unholy as he kissed me hard. “Yes, my wife.”
And before I could even breathe a response, he placed a large hand between my breasts and slammed me flat against the desk, the breath whooshing from my lungs as his hand closed around my throat.
I gasped, eyes widening in raw pleasure.
Yes.
He pulled his hips back, then thrust forward, nearly ripping me in two. I cried out, legs wrapping around his waist, fingers clawing at his arms as he began to move again. His size always took my body by surprise, no matter how long we’d been together. But I was ready to be his plaything again. His little doe, trembling beneath his teeth. That’s when I felt most alive.
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RAFE
Christ. She was really testing me tonight. And I was more than ready. I’d missed her in ways I didn’t have words for–her body, her fire, that wicked fucking mouth. I’d keep her up all night if that’s what she wanted. Hell, I hoped it was.
My grip tightened around her throat, and her eyes rolled back in bliss. That divine smile lit a fuse inside me. Her body bounced beneath mine, tits heaving, stomach tight, every inch of her slick with sweat.
She was feral for me.
And I was completely unhinged for her.
I groaned, leaning in to bury my face in her neck, her scent making the edges of my vision blur. Then it hit me.
A cruel idea. One she’d recognize instantly.
I slowed, letting my teeth graze her ear. “I’m going to give you a head start.”
She tensed. I pulled back to catch her expression, and there it was. A tiny, wicked grin tugging at the edges of her lips. She knew exactly what I meant.
“Run,” I said, voice low and dark. “When I catch you, I’m going to fuck you. Over and over. I’m going to take whatever I want.”
She squirmed, biting her bottom lip, that hunger burning in her eyes.
My girl was back.
Since we returned, I’d kept my hands gentle, let her call the shots, and made sureshedecided how far things went. But tonight… tonight, she was asking for the part of me I’d been keeping caged.
“Yes, sir,” she breathed.
I pulled out, reluctantly. Her body shivered as I moved away. She tugged her tank top down, slipping into her underwear with slow, exaggerated movements. I tilted my head.
“To make it more fun when you catch me,” she said with a smirk.
And then shebolted.
