Page 119 of A Monarch's Fall

“My little pet,” she said as one of her hands moved from my waist to my buttocks and she pulled me against her. “I’ve been lost without you, not myself.” She nipped at my throat with steady increasing pressure, and I moaned so loudly and embarrassingly as I tilted my head to give her more space, myhands fisting in her top to try and steady myself, “I need you,” she whispered like a confession, the plea causing my pussy to clench.

Her lips travelled along my jaw and to my lips. A gentle kiss, and then a nip from her teeth, demanding entrance.

I was so consumed by my desire, hers, a combination of us both, that all sense left me, and I allowed her entrance.

Her kiss was life-giving, life-taking, everything.

I had forgotten the taste of her, the feel of her against me, the way it felt to give myself to her.

She hummed into the kiss, a sound that travelled deliciously through me to my core.

I whined when she pulled away from me.

She inhaled deeply.

Her hand, not gripping me from behind, slipped around from my waist to the front of my jeans, and she teasingly allowed her fingers to dip beneath my waistband.

“Selene,” I begged.

“Hmm?” she asked, as she watched me, and I was painfully aware of how easily she had me begging in her hands.

“I, ugh,” I groaned as she squeezed my buttocks and jolted me forward until our hips were touching.

“If you want to be touched more, pet, let me hear you beg,” she instructed, her hand infuriatingly refusing to truly push deeper.

“Please, I need you closer,” I said, pulling at her top.

Her hand in my waistband left, and I whined in disappointment.

“Don’t —” I began to protest until her hand on my buttocks spanked me.

“I said to beg, darling, not complain,” she admonished.

I swallowed my protests and nodded in understanding, unable to look away from her hungry gaze.

“Good girl,” she praised. “Try again.”

“I need to feel you.” I tugged at her top. “There are too many clothes,” I managed to explain.

I wanted to be closer to her. I could feel her heat everywhere we touched, and it was like experiencing the warmth of the sun after an endless darkness. I needed it. Everywhere. I wanted to feel her heat fill and consume every part of me, until there was nothing in this world but her.

“My shirt or yours?” she asked.

It was an impossible choice.

“Both,” I answered.

Another spank to my backside, and I groaned at the sting.

“Choose,” she instructed.

I whined so pathetically and then imagined the feeling of laying my face against her chest, splaying my hands against her abdomen.

“Yours,” I said.

I instinctively tried to follow her, leaning forward as she released me and made the smallest of space between us.

She smiled down at me when I looked up pleadingly, and her hands went to the hem of the light brown jumper she wore as she proceeded to remove the item in one smooth motion.