Page 74 of Monsters in Love

“You like that?”

I nod.

“Good girl. Ride me right and you’ll get more.”

I try to obey, picking up the pace, bouncing on him and rotating my hips, then dragging myself along his length. He rumbles in appreciation and turns the vibrator up, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me that I feel everywhere—my clit, my nipples, even the tips of my fingers.

He grabs my hips and takes control, bouncing me at a more brutal pace. I can feel his long, thick cock dragging along my inner tissues, all while the vibrator teases my clit and lips. Slade suddenly shifts, arching his hips, and that’s all it takes.

I scream as a tsunami of an orgasm crashes over me, making my whole body tremble with the intensity of it. I sag, resting my chest on his and riding the waves of pleasure, all as he continues to bob my hips up and down, rubbing me against his cock. The rhythm is perfect; and he stroking me in the exact right place.

Before I catch my breath, another orgasm strikes me, sharp and potent, almost painful in its intensity. I sob out a moan, tears gathering in the corner of my eyes, but Slade doesn’t relent.

Instead, he grunts and shifts me again, changing the angle, and I pump my hips, trying to match the pace. After a moment, he growls as release rushes through him and into me, setting off more shockwaves and a final mini orgasm. The snakes in his hair wiggle, as if they feel what we do.

At last, we lie there, sweaty, sticky, and entwined, both breathing heavily.

“Good lord,” I finally whisper. “Am I even still alive?”

He chuckles, and I feel the rumble in his chest where I’m sprawled. “If we’re dead, it was worth it.”

We stay that way for a while, catching our breaths and cooling off. I’ve never experienced sex anywhere near that good, that in sync, and it makes me wonder. What would my life have been like if I’d spent the last seven years with someone like Slade, instead of Adan?

When I start to get chilly, I sit up and disentangle myself from him. He points to the bathroom and I discreetly clean up, then face reality. I have to get home. I have to say goodbye to Slade, knowing that I’ll never see him again…even though I want to.

Yes, I want more of this incredible sex, but it’s not just that. I’d like to get to know him better, spend more time with him.

But that can never happen.

Chapter 3

Slade

I lean back on crossed arms and watch Angel fumble around the darkened room, searching for her clothing.

“Do we need to worry about pregnancy?” I should have worn condoms, but I was caught up in the moment. Stupid of me.

She shakes her head. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean. We should be fine, unless there’s something you’re not telling me.”

I shake my head. “I’m clean too.”

“Good,” she mutters, tugging on her jeans.

“When will I see you again?” I have to know. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, she’s a blast in bed, and she’s so secretive—it’s like catnip to me. I have the urge to peel away her onion layers until I discover who she truly is.

She gazes at me through thick lashes, her expression inscrutable. “Come on. We both know what this is. One night of fun. Nothing more.”

“It could be more.” I want it to be.

She shakes her head. “No. You’ll never see me again. This is it.”

“Why?”

She gives me an impatient looks as she pulls on her jacket. “Because.”

“That’s what you want? You’re sure?” I ask.

She hesitates, just for a second. “Yes.”

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