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“That’s because you’re my mate,” he growled. “Your body is made for mine.”

I hadn’t even meant to speak the words out loud, but I didn’t care, because he was still fucking. Yanking my hips onto him just as hard as he was thrusting deep, pleasure flaring behind my eyes. I reached backward, desperate to touch him, and he caught my wrist, pulling my arm across my back and grabbing the other one.

He didn’t miss a fucking beat. Holding me hostage as he drove home, over and over again. I was still moaning. I couldn’t stop. How could anyone get fucked like this and be quiet?

Laurent wasn’t quiet either, the deep sounds of effort with every thrust making everything tighten. I fell over into another orgasm and my body melted into the bed. But he wasn’t stopping, and I didn’t want him to.

Releasing my hands, he lowered his body to mine, curving himself around me so that I could feel every inch while he rocked his hips. He wrapped one arm around me, his forearm against my throat. “You want myrealcock, Meg?”

He expected me to speak? He rocked his hips again, reaching down with his other hand to push my hips down. Holding them still so he could use my body exactly the way he wanted to.

I shuddered, a smaller orgasm rippling through me and my pussy squeezing down on him so hard I couldn’t see anything. Couldn’t breathe.

“I need an answer, sweetheart.”

“What?” There was a question, but I couldn’t remember it soaked in all this pleasure.

Laurent growled in my ear. “I asked if you want me to fuck this pussy with my real stone cock, mate. You want to feel what it’s like to be taken by a monster?”

“Yes.” I moaned the word into the blankets where it was muffled. “Yes, yes, yes.”

He pulled away far enough to place a hand in the center of my back and keep flush on the bed. And I felt him shift. His whole being grew heavier as he returned to being a gargoyle, holding me down with his weight. But not only that, he got bigger. Every piece of him, from his hand on my spine to his thighs pressing on mine, grew larger. Rougher.

His cock was last.

It thickened inside me and lengthened, the sudden change in fit and texture making me squirm in a good way. I wanted more, but I couldn’t move the way he had me.

Laurent rocked his hips, and I realized he wasn’t all the way inside me anymore. He thrust deeper, and it was all too much. I came, fire behind my eyes and in my body, balanced on the delicious edge between pleasure and pain.

I now understood everything Christine ever told me. There was joy in pain as a ballerina, and there was joy in this pain too. The rough scratch that heightened every brutal thrust and every sound of Laurent grunting as he worked me. Took me. Made me his plaything and pleasured me as his mate.

“One more,” he groaned out. “Give me one more.”

My body shook, and my head shook, and Laurent changed his angle. His legs pinned mine to the bed and every movement suddenly made me see fucking fireworks. But I couldn’t…

Could I?

“One. Fucking. More.” His words matched the movement of his body, and down on a level that wasn’t fully conscious, I wanted to obey.

The orgasm started deep. Low in my gut and spreading until it was all I could feel, and I was entirely spent.

Laurent pulled out of me gently, and I groaned. I ached in the best possible way. I was going to feel him later.

He pressed a kiss to my spine. “You did so good, sweetheart.” Then he turned me over so I could see him—fully the monster.

Then the monster smiled. “But we’re not done yet.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

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LAURENT

Meg’s eyes were glazed with pleasure. Her body soft in the aftermath of so many orgasms, and all I wanted to do was give her more.

Leaning in, I licked up her center, Meg’s back arching when I reached her clit. I laughed. “So sensitive. I like you like this.”

All I got was a whimper in return, and I smiled. I loved the raw sound of her voice reduced to nothing but need. I consumed her. Citrus sweet and tart and the deeper fragrance of flowers.

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