His chest rumbles against my body. Maybe with irritation. Then he nuzzles my neck. "Look at all you have survived, overcome. If that's not power, I don't know what is."
I roll over until I'm straddling Shadow's hips. "I suppose there is power in capturing the attention of a monster as big and powerful as yourself," I tease.
"Now you are the one overestimating my power," he says lightly, almost ruefully. As if he isn't the most badass, insanely capable, and scary monster on either side of the bed.
"No, I'm not," I say softly, with all the sincerity I can muster. I don't add that he’s changed my world. I don't remind him of all the times he's saved me. I don't bring up that my body is enslaved to what he can do to it, but that my heart was captured by him long before that.
Instead, I push my long hair behind my ear and lean down, finding his mouth with mine. Our tongues tangle in a way that sends hot shivers running along my spine until I'm wet and aching for him.
His muscles and skin have knit back together and shadowy tendrils surround us, snapping with need and anticipation.
Where so many of our couplings come from a place of desperation, urgency, and violence, this is different. Shadow’s tendrils pull my tank top off, exposing my breasts. With quick finagling, my panties hit the bedroom floor as well. Pressing my hands against his chest, I lift my hips, feeling my way to the broad tip of his already hard cock. Slowly, I lower myself onto the thick, textured shaft.
Sweat pops out along my hairline and between my breasts. The room around us blurs, pleasure coursing through my veins as he penetrates me. Sharp stabs of pain mix with pleasure as he stretches me almost past my limit. My breath comes in pants as I fuck only the tip of his length.
Shadow’s hands find my hips but he still lets me lead. "Evie," he growls, half in wonder, half in torture.
I can only groan in response as my muscles clench around him and my desire doubles the wetness between us. When I throw my head back, one of his tendrils caresses my jawline before slowly sliding down my exposed throat and then over mycollarbone. I've barely taken him halfway in when I feel the signs of my orgasm tightening and pushing me higher.
Shadow’s body curls up so his mouth can meet one of my nipples. His skilled, hot tongue flicks at my nub until it draws tight with static electricity that runs a current straight to my center in a shockwave of orgasm. I claw and grasp at him as I moan and shudder uncontrollably. My vision turns dark at the corners. After Shadow lets me ride my way back from the high, he flips me over onto my stomach on the edge of the bed with my feet touching the ground.
He’s not done with me yet, not by a long shot.
Don’t Forget We Are Monsters
"Got to get all the way inside of you," Shadow says through gritted teeth.
After he positions me over the edge of my bed, Shadow parts my ass cheeks with his hands and I’m forced to widen my stance. For a moment, my monster doesn't do anything. I can feel him drinking in the sight of me and I'm so completely and utterly exposed to him I verge on becoming self-conscious.
His knuckles brush up my slit, causing me to jerk. "So beautiful," he murmurs. Then he's at my entrance, pushing in his gargantuan monster cock again.
I cry out and grip the sheets, but this angle does make it easier. I'm open wide and he takes short, shallow thrusts until he's almost worked himself in to the hilt. Tears of overwhelming pleasure seep out the sides of my eyes. "Fuck, God, you're so big."
A clawed hand pushes down on my back, forcing my rear to raise. "You can take it. That's it. That's my little monster. Take my cock like you'll die without it."
His words hit me deep in my solar plexus. That's exactly how it feels. How could I ever breathe before without him filling me like this?
Then he pumps into me with rhythmic slapping. A shocked laugh escapes me.
He growls a sound that is a question.
I shake my head even as my fingers flex and release in the sheets. "This is just the most human-like fucking we've done." My words are breathy from the force of our bodies colliding.
"Do you like that?" he asks almost hesitantly.
I force myself to meet his gaze over my shoulder. "I like you anyway I can get you." It's true. I'll never tire of him. I've been empty for so long that he could fuck me every day, all day for the rest of our lives, and the moment he pulls out, I'd be empty and wanting. Part of my monstrousness is that I am little more than a bucket with a hole at the bottom. Endlessly needy for Shadow.
"But I don't want to forget we are monsters," I husk in a cheeky tone.
His mouth splits, showing me some fang as he gives me a half smile that seems almost smug.
"Never," he assures. Shadow tentacles capture my wrists, pulling them behind me. Another strokes my clit in time to the one caressing my rear hole.
"Yes," I hiss in euphoric anticipation.
Then answering my call, my body jerks back, floating in the air, hands bound behind me as he drives up into me with relentless thrusts. His tentacles attack my clit, agitating, rubbing, snapping at it until the little white bursts of fire have me coming and sobbing on him. He pushes a wet tentacle into my asshole, cutting off my breath like a hot knife.
"Remember Evie," he rasps in my ear, though I can tell he's struggling to control himself. "Monsters take what they want. And I intend to wring every last orgasm from this beautiful piece of flesh and muscle that you possess until I fuck your soul from your body. Then I'll snatch it from the air and claim that too."
