Page 48 of Fated to Monsters

“Hesaid?” I tilt my head.

“Mmhm.”

“What does he think about this?” I climb onto his lap and straddle him.

Wes hides a grin. “He wants you to continue.”

“Does he?” I slide my hands up his chiseled chest, his muscles bulging the fabric of his shirt. “What about this?” I rock my hips and weave my fingers through his hair, tugging on it gently.

Wes latches onto my waist, his eyes igniting that familiar red that has me completely captivated. He pushes down and pivots himself upward. “He wants you.”

I swallow and gently move over his growing erection pushing the space between us. "And what about you? Do you want me, too?"

His fiery gaze stares up at me. “More than anything.” Wes finds my lips with his, kissing me with an intensity that sets my soul ablaze.

I moan and dig my fingers in deeper, desperate for every bit of him I can get a hold of.

He tugs me tighter and spreads his hands over my back, my waist, my hips, my ass.

I barely notice when he stands, my body not daring to separate from his.

How had I been so fucking oblivious to how badly I wanted him until this very moment?

With my legs wrapped around his torso and my arms on his neck, Wes grips the waistband of my bottoms and rips them off me, the fabric shredding along with my panties as they fall away from me. He unbuttons his pants and frees his cock, gliding it over my soaked entrance before lining himself into place.

Wes sits on the bed and shoves me down onto him, my pussy spreading around him.

“Fuck,” I whimper. “You’re so big, I can barely take you.”

He draws my lip into his mouth and looks into my eyes. “You were made for me, Wren.” Wes thrusts deeper. “Every inch of me was made for you.”

I shove the weight of my body down and revel in the pain that mixes with pleasure.

"That's it," he whispers as he holds onto my hips. "You're taking me like such a good girl." Wes lies back on the bed but moves his hands to the nape of my shirt, ripping it down the center and exposing my bare breasts.

I adjust to fit this new angle of him and sigh at the fullness.

He squeezes my tits before trailing one hand back to my waist. Wes brings his thumb to his mouth, licking it and returning it to my center. Pushing it against my clit, he swirls it with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Angels,” I sigh.

“That’s it,” he says. “Come for me.”

I climax around him, reaching back to grip his thighs as pleasure consumes me.

He slows his hips but moves his thumb through my orgasm, not stopping when I’ve finished. Instead, in one swift movement, he stands, throws me onto the mattress, and continues rubbing my clit while pumping into me once again.

I bring my knees up, spreading myself wide for him to give me everything he has.

He complies, fucking me harder and wrecking my pussy in the most beautiful way. Wes pinches my clit and sends me over the edge, his cock still thrusting into me through the second orgasm. Shoving both my legs to one side, he keeps his pace while deepening his strokes.

The new sensation heightens my pleasure even more.

I drag my hair out of my sweat-lined face and take in just how fucking beautiful this man is. I barely make it from his chiseled jawline to his perfectly plush lips before I get distracted by his grin.

He licks his lips and lowers himself down, scooting me up onto the mattress to climb more on top of me. Wes slows his movements and stares into my eyes.

I want to open my mouth, to say something, but nothing could ever be said to make him realize just how much he means to me. He was the catalyst that set my entire world on a different course. The person who finally made me feel alive for the first time in my life. He is one half of my soul, and not a single thing could ever make me love him any less.

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