Page 15 of Monsters Carve Thrones

Rafe released my wrists only to rip my nightgown neckline roughly, baring my breasts to the cool night air and his hot gaze. He stared at my chest like it pissed him off, like the sight alone made him harder. Then he bent low, dragging his teeth across my nipple until biting down. I gasped, arching into his solid body.

He groaned, then sank his teeth into the curve of my shoulder. I jolted, shoving at him instinctively. “You’rescared, Dela. And you love it.”

Before I could spit back a reply, his mouth crashed onto mine. It was heavy and greedy and full of heat. I whimpered into him, thighs twitching as he shoved his knee between them and forced me open, spreading me like heownedme.

Because he did.

“Youwantedthis, didn’t you?” he muttered, ripping my panties down with one hand, the sound of tearing fabric echoing through the jungle. “Wanted to be chased. For me to catch you, pin you down,fuckyou.”

My breath quickened, half of my body instinctively reacting to the threat on top of me while the rest of me begged for ruin.

His fingers dug into my hips, pinning me to the earth, and the look in his eyes was deranged.God, it was beautiful and horrifying.It was the same look that both intimidated and terrified his enemies. Moonlight painted his face in silver, his ice-blue gaze glowing like something inhuman. I trembled beneath him, drunk on the thrill, the wildness, the brutalwantof it all.

“Rafe,” I gasped, voice breaking apart. “Please–”

He tore my nightgown the rest of the way down my arms, ripping it in half and tossing it aside like a discarded kill. And then his hands were everywhere. Rough, greedy, and possessive.

He couldn’t decide whether to destroy or worship me, so he did both. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he said, voice guttural as he mouthed down my neck, biting hard and then licking to soothe. His hand slid between my thighs, and I nearly sobbed as two fingers plunged into me. His thumb expertly circled my clit, and my eyes rolled back.

“Fuck–Rafe–” I cried, my voice shooting up an octave.

He didn’t stop. If anything, he doubled down until I was writhing in the dirt, my back scraped raw, every inch of me aching and alive.

“Please,” I gasped, shoving at his chest, but he was a wall of solid muscle. He overpowered me. “Please,god–”

He pulled his fingers free, growling like a man at war with his own restraint, and dragged them across his tongue. “You taste like fucking sin,” he hissed, already unfastening his pants. “You’re a sin I’llnevergive up. Even if I face an eternity in hell.”

“You’re so fucked up,” I whined, though my body was on fire.

An animalistic growl tore from him before shoving his pants down just far enough. I felt him, hot and heavy, against the inside of my thigh.

Then he paused.

“I like it when you beg, baby,” he rasped, pressing the head of his cock right at my entrance, teasing me cruelly. “Sobeg.”

I swallowed hard, genuine fear creeping up my spine. He was so large, strong, and downright terrifying. “Please, Rafe.”

He leaned down, his voice like gravel in my ear. “Pleasewhat?”

I whimpered. “Please, don’t.”

A breathy laugh left him before he slammed into me in one brutal thrust.

I screamed, my fingers clawing at the dirt, the force of it sending a jolt through my whole body. Rafestretchedme,claimedme, and drove the air from my lungs. He didn’t wait. Didn’t let me adjust. He justtook. Just grabbed my hips andfuckedme into the earth, hard and deep, grunting with each thrust like he was trying to break me open and pour himself inside.

I loved it. Loved every punishing stroke. Every filthy word he spat against my throat as I moaned beneath him, half-feral, nails raking down his back and surely drawing blood.

“You feel that?” he panted, mouth brushing my cheek. “You feel how wet and tight you are around me? Youloveit when I scare you.”

I whimpered his name, my eyes rolling back.

“That’s right, baby,” he snarled. “This pussy ismine.”

I clenched around him on purpose, watching the way his jaw locked. He slammed in harder, deeper, hitting that spot that made me see stars.

I fought against him, my dark fantasy overtaking my body, mind, and soul entirely. He was a wall of muscle and heat, and there was absolutely nothing I could do. My struggles werefutile against him. With a menacing laugh, he held me down harder.

He snatched my jaw, forcing me to look at him, to see the dark wildness in his eyes as he pounded into me. “Stop fucking struggling, I’m almost done.”