Page 47 of Forgotten Monsters
“You’re still holding back,” I whisper, heady with lust, my orgasm already banging at the door.
“I don’t want tomake loveto you. I want toconsumeyou…” He grips my hips, pushing deeper inside me, so deep it almost hurts.
A small cry escapes me.
Cole sucks my nipple inside his mouth, sending me over the edge. I quake in his arms, the throb between my legs greedy for more, my thirst for him unquenched.
He rolls on top of me, pining me beneath him, and traces a fiery path between my breasts. “I’ve dreamt about you so many times…couldn’t even set foot in Dark Falls after you disappeared.”
I trace the curve of his mouth. “I’m here. You won’t break me.”
“I’m not who I used to be.”
“I don’t expect you to be.”
I need to make peace with the time I lost.
He thrusts inside me again, this time without hesitation. I scrape my nails across his back and eagerly drink the sorrows off his lips. We move in sync, both chasing the friction between our bodies with passion and fury, desperate to feel whole again.
Cole snaps his hipsjust so, and I whimper. “Don’t stop.”
He drags himself out all the way before crashing inside me again. I run my fingers along the ridges in his back, my walls clenching forcefully around him as he rides out my second orgasm.
I’m a junkie when it comes to him, his touch my special brand of euphoria.
Goosebumps freckle his neck, and the muscles in his shoulders coil before he picks up the pace, teetering on the edge.
He’s so beautiful in this moment, naked, hungry, and so undoubtedly mine.
I lean into his ear. “Come for your queen.”
He grips my hands and holds them above my head, the quick and perfect response riling me up, and my knuckles sink into the carpet at my back.
An insolent grin twists his mouth. “Only if you scream my name.”
Cole sinks inside me over and over again with a precise, calculated pace that mollifies my bones. He fucks me slow and steady until I can’t tell where he ends and I begin, my breath hot in his ear.
“Please…I need more.”
He glides one hand between us and rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs. I arch my back off the ground and give him exactly what he wants, falling apart in his arms again, his name echoing along the stone walls.
He holds me flush against him, his mouth on my throat. “Louder.”
Boy, do I want to screamforhim.
Withhim.
Forever.
We catch our breaths, entangled in each other. The scent we made together lulls me into a dream-like state.
Cole reaches above our heads to pick up the book I was reading when he arrived and leafs through it. “Are you researching a particular spell to knock Darkwood off his pedestal?”
“Lydia wanted me to read this book—Beth wrote it herself, and according to her, it relates to the origins of the hollows and how to stop them. She said she’s been dreaming about it a lot.”
He wets his lips and begins to read the marked page out loud. “A legend amongst legends, the Phoenix sang one last melody before it died, and parted with pieces of itself so the love it had found in the mortal world would survive.”
My knees soften at the low pitch of his velvety voice, and I curl into him.
