Page 121 of A Monarch's Fall

I gasped and giggled when she unhooked my legs from behind her back and threw me to the bed.

“I miss you already,” I told her confidently, as she stood at the edge of the bed.

“I’ll have to do something about that,” she said as she knelt on the bed and crawled towards me. I opened my legs for her, and she paused, dipping her fingers below the hem of my jeans andpulling me further down the bed towards her. “Yours or mine?” she asked.

“Yours,” I chose this time, and she grinned in such a way that I knew I had chosen wrong.

She sat back on her heels, and I watched as she unbuttoned her trousers before gracefully moving to a sitting position and removing her trousers, throwing them to the floor. She was in only her panties and a vest top.

She was back between my legs quickly, leaning over me, teasingly not touching me. I pulled her down to me, groaning in thanks when she allowed me to move her.

“Selene, please, I need more. I need to feel you. Skin to skin,” I begged between desperate kisses.

In response, she took hold of my jeans and sat back on her heels to pull them down and off my legs. I was in only my panties, which had a very wet, dark patch.

Selene’s nostrils flared, and her eyes flashed glowing silver.

“The smell of your desire makes me almost delirious with my own,” she confessed as she gripped one side of my panties and, with such ease and smoothness that it took feeling the air against my wet entrance for me to realise that she tore them from my body and discarded my ruined panties.

“Selene!” I said when I realised what she had done, not out of complaint but shock at suddenly being so bare and exposed.

She pushed my thighs open further, gripped my hips and pulled me a little closer to her.

“Such a pretty little…” she ran a finger between my lips, gathering the wetness at my entrance and circling my clit, “…wet…” she ran back to my entrance and pushed so slowly inside of me as she leaned down to cover my body with hers, “…tight, pussy…” she pushed as deep into me as she could go, “…and it’s all mine.”

“Yes,” I agreed, grinding against her. “Always, yours.”

She kissed me, her tongue demanding entrance, stealing my breath as she pulled out and pushed back into me in rhythm with my hips.

The sound of my own wetness, and our breaths filled the room.

I was so wet, so needy, so desperate. She slipped a second finger inside of me, and the stretch was exquisite.

I was a groaning, pleading mess, so close but still not close enough.

She pulled out of me completely, and I cried out as she broke our kiss.

“Hush,” she instructed as she sat back on her heels and removed her vest top.

“Finally,” I said, and she smiled back adoringly at me as her full and round breasts were revealed.

I pushed myself up on my elbows and reached out to run my thumb over one of her hard nipples.

Her breath hitched, and I was emboldened as I sat up properly to fully grope her, playing with each of her nipples. My mouth was desperate to be filled, and I sucked at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

“Oh… that’s… Such a good girl,” she praised, holding my head against her.

She flipped us over so that I was straddling her as she lay beneath me. Every low groan of pleasure she made caused me to clench around nothing and grind against her.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re so wet,” she commented as she moved her thigh to press against my sex, and I released her neck from my mouth and moaned as I desperately ground against her thigh.

“More, I need more, please, Ma’am,” I begged, hiding my face against the crook of her neck, so shamefully aware that I was covering her thigh in slick wetness.

She answered me, sliding her hand from my back to between us and pushing two fingers inside of me.

I exhaled a long, satisfied groan as I rolled my hips over and over, riding her fingers.

“Kiss me,” she instructed, and I lifted my head from her neck and did as she commanded. Gasping through the kiss, allowing all my weight to rest against her, chest to chest as I chased my orgasm.