Page 52 of Mated to the Monster Under my Bed
“Oh, I don’t…ohhhhh.”
Her uncertain protest ended in a moan as I began lapping her again—long, slow strokes of my tongue from the tight entrance of her honey well, all the way up to the tight, throbbing pearl of her clit. She tasted so fucking good! I groaned into her cunt, the vibration making her jolt, the sound muffled by her flesh.
“So perfect,” I growled, my voice ragged with desire—my cock throbbing between my thighs. “This pretty little pussy was made for my mouth. You’re dripping all over my face, little witch. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”
I didn’t wait for an answer—I devoured her. I flicked my tongue against her clit in a rapid, relentless rhythm, then plunged it deep inside her, fucking her with it, tasting her honey straight from the source. I could feel the tension coiling in her belly—the way her hips began to stutter and buck against my mouth. She was already close—so close.
“Come on, Danni,” I murmured against her slick folds. “Let it go for me. I want to feel you come on my tongue. I want to drink every last drop. Give it to me—scream my name!”
I thrust my tongue deep inside her then, filling her completely to the end of her channel. At the same time, my tail, acting on its own primal instinct, coiled tightly around her thigh, the sensitive tip pressing firmly against her swollen little clit, mirroring the rhythm of my mouth.
That was all it took.
Her back arched in a beautiful curve, and a raw gasp tore from her throat.
“Shadow! Oh god, Shadow!”
My name on her lips was the most glorious sound I had ever heard. Her body convulsed around me, her inner muscles fluttering wildly against my tongue, her thighs clamping down on my head and horns as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. I held her there, lapping eagerly—drinking down the proof of her pleasure until she was sobbing, limp and utterly spent.
When I finally lifted my head, my mouth and chin were drenched in her honey. I looked up at her, panting for breath—so beautiful and all mine. The thought made a possessive, feral satisfaction burn in my chest. I had done that—I had shattered her with pleasure. And I knew, with a certainty that felt like more than just hope, that I would spend the rest of my existence doing it again and again.
I lapped her more gently then, bringing her down, and didn’t stop until she started to shy away, her breath catching, her thighs twitching as her sensitivity turned sharp. I forced myself to pull back then, though I would’ve gladly spent the rest of the night coaxing climax after climax from her sweet, curvy body.
“Oh, Shadow,” she panted. “I…I think I need to lay down. That was intense.”
“I know, my little witch. You did such a good job, coming so hard for me.”
I tucked her against my side as I licked her flavor from my lips, savoring the last traces of her on my tongue.
Mine.
She was everything to me—I wanted to worship at her altar again and again but for now she had clearly had enough.
I pulled her closer, curling my larger form around her small, curvy body like a shield. She was already reaching for me, those soft arms slipping around my waist as she snuggled close.
I purred softly—a deep, soothing rumble—and stroked my hand down her bare back.
“I wish I could see your face,” she murmured sleepily, cheek resting against my chest.
“You can.” I brushed my lips over her forehead. “Turn on your bedside lamp.”
She blinked up at me, uncertainty clouding her eyes.
“But I thought that would make you disappear.”
“That was before,” I told her gently. “Before we tasted each other. Before our bond grew stronger.”
“Really? But how does that work?” She tensed slightly in my arms, looking up at me with a question in her eyes.
“Every time we come together,” I explained, “I become more real…more solid. And more able to bear the light.”
She hesitated.
“Well…if you’re sure…”
“I am. It’s all right—I promise I won’t disappear on you.”
Slowly, she reached for the little lamp on her nightstand and flipped the switch.
