Page 81 of Their Fierce Little Monster

I turn, but he grabs my wrist. “Funny, as it seemed to me that you really enjoyed my company last night.”

My stomach somersaults because yes, I did, but… “I’m not saying I didn’t. Everyone likes to indulge in fantasies.”

He pulls me closer, and my mouth dries. “So you wanted to find out what it’s like to be fucked by a monster? Is that it?”

I lick my bottom lip, his chest flush against me, and it’s unfair that he has such a strong impact on me. His gaze flicks to my mouth, and my breath quickens. Is he going to kiss me and make me forget what I was saying?

I hate how easily desire surges through me to taste him again, because what I experienced last night is going to ruin me. I can tell already. He presses closer, his hand gripping my chin and tilting my head back so I’m staring straight into his eyes.

Then his hand slides down to my throat, holding me just firmly enough for a gasp to spill past my lips. “It’s very bold of you, Dawn,” he murmurs, his lips inches from mine. Fire consumes me. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

“I—” No words form, but I’m already turned on. “I’m just scared of letting myself feel too much for you.”

He grunts, and I almost fall over. Suddenly, his mouth is on mine, his tongue piercing past my lips. I kiss him back desperately, my hands sliding over his chest.

This is so wrong because I’ll regret it later when he treats me as nothing but a prisoner. But Gods help me, I can’t resist him. There’s nothing I want more.

He instantly pivots me to turn away from him, an arm clasped across my breasts, and he holds one, squeezing it. “Fuck, Dawn,” he growls in my ear. “I can’t get enough of you. Just seeing you standing here is enough to make me insane. I’ll spend every day worshipping your pussy if you let me. I crave hearing you laugh, learning what you love, and seeing you swoon over me. So when you stand here and tell me this means nothing, it fucking kills me.”

“Corvin, you can’t even tell me what’s going to happen to me in Grimvale. How do you know I’m safe? Or am I just being a fool because you want to have fun now?”

He turns my head gently toward him as he leans down, and his lips cover mine in a tender kiss. It’s passionate, leaving me trembling against him. “I want you as addicted to me as I am to you. I won’t let anyone harm you in Grimvale. I swear my life on it.”

“Oh, you’re going to destroy me,” I murmur.

And his mouth is on my neck. “I’m already crumbling.” His palms roam over me, and I take his hand, pushing it past the elastic of my pants. His fingers begin their torturous teasing, and I moan, pressing against him, my head screaming at how quickly I’ve fallen again.

But I can’t think of that when I’m burning up and drenched. His fingers push between my lips, and he teases my clit, rubbing it, pinching it.

My breaths race. Moans spill free, and he licks my neck. Before I know it, he has me over by the end of the couch, gently sliding his hand up my spine, forcing me forward.

“I need you, Dawn,” he growls.

“Please,” is all I manage.

He removes his hands from between my thighs and tugs my shorts down my legs, and I step out of them. “One knee up on the couch,” he whispers. “I want you open for me.”

“Corvin,” I plead.

“Want to pretend I’m some boring village boy behind you? Will that make you feel more secure?”

I glance over my shoulder at this huge monster, his bony wings stretching out behind him, claws digging into my hips. “No, they’re nothing compared to you.”

That grin widens. “That’s what I want to hear.”

His tip teases my entrance, and I tense, well aware of what’s coming.

“I’ve never experienced anything better.” With those words, he shoves into me unceremoniously. With the ache still present from last night, and the stretch of his cock once more, I scream out. I fist the couch, panting as he plunges into me.

I arch my back, and his hand slides up my spine and into my hair. He curls it around his fist and tugs on it just firmly enough that it’s arousing to be controlled by this monster.

He fucks me hungrily. Writhing beneath him, I cry out as he pulls and thrusts. It feels ridiculously sexy.

My whole life, I’ve been the good girl, trying not to stand out, doing as I’m told. Now, this insane, out-of-control experience makes me feel like I’m finally free.

“Show me how much you want to make me yours,” I moan.

He groans, the sound reverberating all through my body. Then he tugs my hips closer to him and slams into me. His cock hits deep and in this perfect spot that has me frantically shaking. Stars dance in my vision, but he doesn’t pause. He does the opposite.