Page 59 of Monster Queen Rising

Bruises. Mine. She will have them for a week and every one of them is from my mouth.

I come back up her and bite her shoulder and shove into her again, all the way, and she takes it and swears at me and pulls me down.

The bed goes into the wall. I hear it and I do not stop and neither does she.

"Look at me," I say. Not the voice. Want.

She does.

She is close. I feel it building before she does.

"Give it to me."

And she does.

All of it.

She comes around me looking at me and she is screaming and I am growling into her throat, and that is what ends me. The look.

I go.

I do not soften.

She feels it. Her eyes come open.

"Fen."

I am not going to stop.

She reaches up and puts her hand flat on my face.

"Don’t stop" she says.

I get my hands under her and flip her.

She goes. She puts her knees under herself and her forearms down and her hair falls off her neck, and every mark on her is showing.

I get a hand flat on her stomach and haul her back onto me.

There are no words left.

Heat. Hers.

Mine.

I drive into her with my chest down over her back and my hand spread on her stomach and my other hand fisted in the sheet beside her head, because the claws are all the way out and they are not going in her. They go through the mattress. I do not let go of it.

She reaches and finds my wrist. The one in the sheet.

She holds on to it.

She has my hand in hers with the claws out and buried in her bed and she does not let go.

I bite the back of her shoulder and she screams into the sheet and shoves back onto me for more.

I give it to her.

Her back arches and she puts her forehead down on her arms and takes it, and her whole body is going, and she says my name into the sheet until it is not a name anymore.