Page 65 of Monster's Obsession

Something had taken over my body. The heat had clearly broken my mind. Steele didn't protest at all as I pushed him towards the bed and then threw him down on the black silk sheets.

His shirt was a shredded mess, and I made quick work of his pants as well, the ruined scraps of fabric fluttering somewhere behind me to the floor. He was unreal, flawless perfection made just for me. And he was mine, mine, mine. My hands traced over his stomach and chest, running along his arms and up his fingertips, admiring everything. I was going to run my tongue along every inch of him. He had become the altar I wanted to worship on. He was the embodiment of every desire I'd ever had.

“My perfect mate,” he whispered, sounding completely mesmerized.As he should be for his mate, something thought inside of me. He abruptly flipped me over until I was on my back and he was straddling my legs, his hands beginning a slow slide up my thighs and my stomach, up under the blouse I’d been wearing. I moaned softly as he pulled it off, and then made quick work of my pants, needing our skin to touch. Why wasn’t he going faster? I moaned again, and he pressed a soft, sweet kiss to my lips.

"You’re the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen. I'm going to take such good care of you… Forever.” He leaned over until his mouth was capturing one of my sensitive nipples, his wet heat suckling and making my body arch and rise against him. This was what I wanted. This was what I needed. I didn't recognize the sound coming out of my mouth as he switched to my other nipple, my insides already tightening with pleasure from his efforts.

"I need more. Please,” I cried, my own hands sliding down between us and attempting to offer myself relief.

"No," he growled, ignoring the cries coming from my lips. "Only I make you come. You’re mine." He gripped my wrist that was still inching its way to my clit and pushed it above my head, crawling further up my body until he covered me completely. His eyes were hot and hungry as he dragged his other hand from my neck, down in between my breasts, until he was finally, blissfully where I wanted him. He held it on my clit, but he didn't move, his chest heaving as he stared down at my desperate pussy.

"Look at you, sweet girl. You’re dripping for me. You're going to feel so fucking good," he purred.

"Please," I begged again as his finger finally slid down until he was slipping the tip of it into my opening. I began to thrust my hips against his finger, his name coming out in a long, loud chant.

He growled as I moved, watching me fuck myself on his finger.

"My mate is so sexy. So fucking perfect."

My head was thrashing around, because what he was giving me wasn't enough. I needed to be joined with him. I needed his huge cock to be thrusting in and out of me. I wanted him to own me.

"I'm going to give you everything you need," he rasped.

His lips met mine then, but the kiss was much too soft for what I needed. Didn't he feel this? Wasn’t this madness coating his insides as well?

Steele made another hungry noise as he thrust two more fingers inside of me and finally began to thrust them into me roughly, turning his hand so the heel of it could grind into my clit with every thrust. The world went white as a climax buzzed through me. His kiss continued against my lips, but I couldn't even kiss him back. My entire focus was on where his fingers were thrusting inside of me.

"Kiss me," he growled, his tongue thrusting in and out of my mouth in time with his fingers. “And after you kiss me, you’re going to let me mark you. You’re going to let me cover you in my scent, in my touch, so there's no question who your mate is, baby."

His eyes were feral. That was what I needed. I needed him just as out of control as I felt.

"Give me another one. Your greedy cunt is going to squeeze my fingers again. Give it to me now."

I came again, like he controlled my body.

And he grinned savagely.

"My fingers aren’t good enough for you, are they, my mate? Your sweet pussy needs my cock. You’re desperate for it."

I was still recovering from the two orgasms he’d just given me, and words were a little hard at that moment.

"Tell me how much you want my cock," he growled.

"I want it," I mewled. "Please."

He pulled his fingers from my core and licked up every gleaming drop from his fingertips. Then he thrust my thighs wide, and pushed in slowly, gently stretching me. It was at odds with the crazed gleam in his gaze. He was still in human form, but his dick was definitely not, because I could feel every crazy ridge on his monster cock, and after he'd slid all the way inside, it started to vibrate and I immediately came.

His mouth pushed against mine, his demanding tongue rubbing against me. I whimpered as his hand went to my throat. He didn't squeeze, he just held it there, like he wanted to make sure I knew who owned me.

You do,everything inside me screamed, totally cool with what had transpired since I'd come to the cave. He watched my face closely as he slowly pulled out. I immediately felt empty. I ached for him.

Suddenly he slammed into me, throwing himself so hard forward that his balls bounced against my ass.

"You take me so well, mate. Such a perfect pussy for me to fuck forever."

As he began to fuck me in earnest, I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. I was definitely in the moment, but it felt like my mind was disassociating between everything that had happenedbeforeand everything that was happening now. Everything before I’d stepped into this cave felt like another life. I didn't know what crazy monster magic this was, but nothing had ever felt so right.

The bulging ridges on his cock hit me perfectly every time, and I lost count of how many times I came, sweat dripping down my body. I fell in and out of consciousness, but every time I came back to myself, my body was just as hungry for him as before. We fucked for hours. Or maybe we fucked for days. There was only this; nothing existed for me but him and what his body could do for me. He took me everywhere, and in every way.

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