Page 21 of Monsters we Crave

I took another sip as if it would chase the sensation away, champagne bubbles dancing on my tongue. The air carried the scent of daffodils, and petals were scattered across the polished wooden floor. A large floor-to-ceiling window framed a picturesque view of the night sky and the vast ocean beyond, illuminated by the distant glow of the city. Silvery light from the moon poured in, casting ethereal shadows on the floor and walls. It painted both of us in a soft glow, adding to the ambiance. The surreal beauty of the scene clashed with the chaos inside me.

From my peripheral, I watched Aidoneus move away and sit his glass down, reflexively tightening my grip on mine. He returned to my side, and though I did my best to appear oblivious, I could feel the warmth emanating from him.

"I've never been one for patience." His voice dripped with dark intent. "But for you, I’m trying." He moved so that he was in front of me, his footfalls silent for such a large man. His proximity had the subtle warmth I had felt intensifying, spreading through me like a soft flame.

Every breath I took was filled with his intoxicating scent, clouding my thoughts and making it difficult to focus on anything else but him. It was so potent I had to catch myself before I reacted. I tried to shake off the feeling, but the pull was undeniable, and I couldn't help but wonder what it was about him that drew me in so completely.

His fingers, gentle yet firm, traced along my jaw, causing me to shiver involuntarily. His thumb brushed over my lower lip, hinting at a more possessive touch. I could barely breathe; every ounce of my awareness fixated on him. I could feel my pupils shift slightly, my vision momentarily sharpening to an almost supernatural clarity. Colors seemed more vivid, and I could see minute details with startling precision. The sudden change scared me, and without meaning to, I looked up at him and said out loud, "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Absolutely nothing," he replied, his voice a deep rumble. "You're exactly what I've been waiting for."

I didn’t understand, but all thoughts were forgotten when his eyes seemed to flash, and he pulled me closer. There was a charged moment of stillness before he broke it by pulling me to him. Our lips met in a searing kiss, a mix of his command and my vulnerability. It was hard and demanding, an assertion of dominance, but also an act of possessiveness.

My glass fell from my hand, shattered and abandoned as he held me tighter and moved me to the bed. My dress was removed in much less time than it had taken me to get it on. Once it hit the ground, he ran his fingers down my arms and took both of my hands into his as he stepped back, the new ring on my finger a reminder of what I was to him. I was exposed, but also strangely exhilarated under his piercing gaze.

The lace undergarments still offered a semblance of cover while the heels I wore emphasized the difference in our statures. The bow in my hair seemed out of place, a symbol of innocence amidst the inevitable carnality.

“Look at you,” he murmured quietly. “Every inch of you—this beautiful body belongs to me. I’ll make sure you remember that.”

That wasn't just a statement—it was a decree. I swallowed hard, trying to process his words, the suite, everything. It was all happening so fast. He pulled me close again, his mouth finding the curve of my neck. My entire body warmed at the contact, and I barely suppressed a moan. His lips trailed up my jawline and skimmed across my cheek before meeting with mine once more.

I couldn’t hold back this time. A treacherous, breathy sound escaped me as he deepened the kiss, his tongue gently seeking entrance. There was no denying the connection between us, one that seemed both forbidden and inevitable. His hands traveled along the curve of my waist, each touch sending waves of sensation coursing through me. My fingers found their way to his hair, gripping the dark strands. He broke the kiss, trailing a series of soft pecks back down my jawline and onto my collarbone.

The lace of my bra disappeared, joining the dress. As he continued to kiss his way down my body, my stomach dipped. He used his teeth to slide my lacy thong down my legs, his hands making quick work of his shirt.

When he shrugged it off, never stopping what he was doing with his mouth, I caught sight of the sleeve that covered his entire right arm but was too focused on what he was doing to study it. His lips and the tip of his tongue moved over my center, the small triangular patch of hair that had been left on my body, teasing me with the lightest of touches. I breathed in and out, my thighs clenching in response to what he was doing.

Drawing back, he looked at me.

I met his gaze, torn between right and wrong and the whirlwind of feelings he had evoked within me. My vision sharpened, allowing me to see him with an almost otherworldly clarity. He was so gorgeous, every detail of his face etched with perfect precision. Unable to resist, I reached out and him, my fingers trembling.

"Your eyes... they're glowing," I murmured, entranced by the luminous intensity.

His expression softened for a moment, a mix of power and tenderness that left me breathless. I knew I could either accept this or fight it and be forced to endure. I didn’t want to do that to myself. There was a silent acknowledgment between us—a mutual understanding that tonight, boundaries would be pushed and lines would be crossed. Not breaking eye contact, he spread my legs apart and slowly ran his tongue over my pussy from bottom to top.

“Mm,” he hummed appreciatively. “I’ve dreamed of tasting you for months on end.” He gently teased my clit before repeating the motion, going back down.

I rolled my lower lip between my teeth and closed my eyes.

“Look at me.” His hands went to my hips and gripped them harshly.

I forced myself to comply, gasping when he pushed his tongue inside me.

He kept going, sucking, licking, and fucking me with his mouth. I couldn’t move, his grip too strong. I was forced to stand and let him make a mess between my thighs. I was so wet, I could feel it on his face. He closed his lips around my clit and began to stroke it with the tip of his tongue, back and forth until my legs started to shake. I was hit with a sudden wave of pleasure that had me loudly crying out and grabbing handfuls of his hair.

Before I could come down and attempt to gather my bearings, his hands slid up and cupped my ass. He rose in one fluid motion, lifting me and dropping me onto the bed. The air whooshed out of my lungs, my body cradled by the plush bedding and large mattress. His face was covered in my juices and cum. He didn’t even attempt to wipe it off. With one hand, he undid his belt and pulled it off. I ran my eyes over his gorgeous body, feeling them widen when his slacks and briefs came off.

Gods, he was huge.

His cock was long and thick. A thin vein ran up the side of it. He moved forward with a predatory grace and spread my legs.

My heels were the only thing left of my attire and he removed them with ease, flinging them across the room. He positioned himself over top of me and leaned down. His mouth connected with mine, and he began to ease his cock inside me. I whimpered against him and reflexively grabbed onto his broad shoulders. I couldn’t hold still as he eased in farther, beginning to slide up the bed. He drew back and wrapped his hand around my throat.

“Be still,” he commanded, pinning me in place.

I moaned unintelligibly in response, barely registering him speaking to me. He was stretching and filling me more than I ever had been before.

“Please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.