My patience is rewarded when he places one hand on my hip so that he is holding me, his fingers hesitant as he squeezes me tightly, his fingertips digging into my flesh, thumbs grazing the waistband of my pajama shorts. He presses me forward, gently, as if he is afraid he will break me.
I’m not so easy to break.
I let the line of my body meet his, and even through his all-consuming warmth, a shiver bubbles down my spine, my nipples hard against the thin fabric of my silken top.
He isn’t moving nearly fast enough for me. Finally, when I can no longer stand the anticipation and tension that winds tight around us, I lean on the tips of my toes and bring his head down so I can press my lips against his.
Matthias growls, low in his chest, the vibrations running straight to my already soaked core.
With a burning need and deep unsatiated hunger, he devours my mouth with his. Taking control.
“This isn’t going to be slow, Red,” his gravelly voice, low in my ear hardens my nipples further until I am sure they will tear right through my silken top. “I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to take it like the good girl you are.”
Breathless and wanting, all I can do is nod.
“Words,Krasnyy,” he warns.
“Yes,” I whisper breathily.
Desire pools in his eyes. Oh, he likes that.
In mere seconds he has me stripped of my flimsy pajamas. Hands on my waist, he twists me, and my stomach hits the black-glossed lacquer of our dresser. He forcefully bends me over the pristine wood, my coming down on its top, scattering the few trinkets on top.
His hand connects with my ass, and I let out a long, sultry moan.
“Yes, what?”
Biting my lower lip, I remain silent.
Another smack and then another.
“Yes, what, Red?”
“Yes sir.” I gasp when his hand comes around to pinch my clit.
“Good girl.” I preen under his praise.
Matthias enters me with zero hesitation and tenderness. I cry out at the force of his aggressive thrust, but he doesn’t stop and I don’t want him to.
He’s savage and unrestrained as he thrusts in and out of my wet heat, filling me wholly and completely.
His hand buries itself in my hair and pulls, eliciting a whimper from my lips as my back is forcibly bowed, the move pushing him deeper inside of me.
“Matthias,” I cry out his name as the sharp pain of his unrelenting thrusts drives through me harder and rougher. Can you bruise a vagina? Is that a thing? If it is, I am sure as hell going to have one tomorrow. “I want to feel all of you.”
The pain begins to fade into a steep euphoria. Unadulterated desire clenches inside of me, the coil in my belly tightening more and more.
His free hand snakes around to my throat, cutting off my air as he uses me for his own pleasure. I want him to use me to work off the devil lurking underneath his skin. The one he often tries to hide.
He once tells me I didn’t need a knight in shining armor.
He was right.
I need a monster and as the sharp edges of bliss roll through my veins, so potent I can barely think, I know he was right.
Rest for me is fitful that night as I lie in the bed Matthias and I truly bonded in. It is the place he and I both put everything on the table. The day he told me that I never needed a prince charming. That a monster would do.
He was my monster.
