Page 180 of Mated to Monsters
Yet as he lavishes kisses along my collarbone, I can feel no terror. It has burned away in the wake of Volikan’s consuming caress.
Even though this is one of the demons who aided in the destruction of my home, I cannot bring myself to hate him- not when he makes me feel like this. Not when his touch fills my body with an electric warmth that overwhelms my every thought.
He pushes me down against the hard surface, knocking dishes down to clatter across the floor. The sound rings in my ears, but I can’t focus on the remnants of breakfast when Volikan’s fangs nip at my flesh. By the Mother, no man’s touch has ever made me feel this way.
This driving heat threatens to burn away my sanity, along with my concern. Volikan looms over me, strong and large- my vision is filled with him.
His ash-colored skin appears to catch in the morning light, like alabaster veined with scars of past glory. The darkened braids of his hair fall over his shoulder, and his violet eyes seem to glow as he traces over my prone body. Despite all his cruelty and violence, I find myself thinking that I have never met a more beautiful man in all my life.
“So lovely,” he murmurs over me, echoing my sentiment. His voice, gravelly and dark, sends a thrill shivering down my spine. I know what this man wants from me, and for the first time since my imprisonment, I find myself blushing in excitement at the prospect.
What will it feel like, to be taken by this demon? I recall the fight from last night, when I witnessed Volikan’s power for the first time. There was no hesitation in his actions, no wasted movements- and remembering the powerful flex of his muscles leaves a throbbing pulse between my legs.
“W-what are you going to do to me, Volikan?” I ask breathlessly.
It is a foolish question, considering the events of the past few days, but I am feeling out of my depth, and vulnerable. My position sprawled across the dining table is embarrassing, and I move to cover myself from his unabashed stare.
He catches on quick however, and chuckles darkly at my reaction, expertly pressing my wrists to the table’s surface. “The more accurate question would be- what won’t I do to you, Anastasia?”
The sinful promise of his words draws a low whine from throat. His grip is unbreakable, and the press of his body on top of mine lets me feel the extent of his desire. The weight of his length settling between my thighs sends a spike of pleasure lancing through me, causing my eyes to roll back.
Every gasp, every reaction- I can hide nothing from him in this position, and he seems to revel in that fact. His arrogant smirk is lustful and self-satisfied, and if it weren’t for the lock he has on my wrist, I might have slapped him. Instead, all I can do is thrust helplessly against him, the friction of our clothes sending heated sparks along my nerves.
“Oh, little Human,” he teases, “so responsive. You’re such a good little toy, and I’m going to inflict the sweetest torture on you.”
My mind screams to fight, to resist his ardent touches. However my body reacts differently, my legs coming to wrap around his firm thighs. His body radiates power, and the sensation of having this scarred, yet glorious creature between my thighs, is intoxicating.
His laughter is a rumble against my skin, vibrations that quiver pleasantly. My core feels empty, aching- a feeling that only heightens as he moves deftly over my blouse. Large hands caress me- stroking my ribcage, rubbing my breasts.
I gasp, a shocking pleasure ripping through me as he gropes me. Long fingers stretch over me; cupping the roundness of my chest, and gripping my curves as he reaches back up to harshly pinch at my nipples.
A wail pierces the morning air- as he chuckles again, I realize it came from me. How is it possible that this demon has already made me drunk on pleasure? I barely have time to think as his mouth descends on me once more, tracing the paths his hands made with his tongue.
My moans fill the air as he continues to touch me, lick me, and drive me to new heights. Never have I felt an all-consuming lust like this before- as if my body was craving his without me even realizing it.
But Volikan seems to know exactly what to do, even as I dance underneath him. His eyes gleam with a feral slant that reminds me of his previous energy from last night, but his voice remains controlled, even as his tone remains dark.
“Oh little one, just look at you.” His voice is both teasing and proud.
“I knew you would be like this,” he mutters, bringing his lips back to my overheated flesh.
“So decadent. I am going to savor every taste of you.”
I cannot help but writhe at his words. Our clothes are becoming a hindrance- their friction a tease of the push of our bodies. I find myself wanting to trace his scars again- to feel their patterns pressed to my own skin.
“So needy,” he returns, sliding his hands back up.
I moan in response, wanting to feel more of him, our previous argument forgotten.
“So desperate- my little human is so hungry for a taste, isn’t she? I can feel your body moving underneath me, my pretty little toy- I can hear you whine for my touch.”
I am, I cannot deny the truth of his words. Even as I burn in shame, my body is singing below him- craving more of his dirty words, and his filthy touches. Volikan doesn’t deny me, instead he seems to thrive in my mortification.
He throws me a rakish grin- it is the only warning I get before his claws come back down, sundering the only clothes I managed to find this morning. Now I lay naked before him, flush and glistening with discomfited desire. My body is entirely on display, and Volikan takes a minute to admire the heathen view, before he brings his slender fingers between my legs.
I cry out at his heated touch, the pads of his fingers pressing roughly on my groin, slicked with desire. His laugh sounds victorious, and I cover my face in shame at my reaction, even as his touch makes my hips cant upward.
“My my,” he says, smugly. “You really are a good little toy, aren’t you? You’ve been fighting me for days- yet you’re this wet the moment I have you on your back.”