Page 6 of Monsters Carve Thrones

I moaned as he fucked me harder, his fingers tangling in my hair from behind.

“–you’ll remember who owns this perfect little cunt.”

My orgasm hit me like lightning, tearing through me so violently I sobbed his name. He followed with a low, vicious groan, spilling into me with one final, shuddering thrust, collapsing over me as his breath fanned hot across my shoulder.

For a moment, we were nothing but gasps and sweat and trembling limbs. Then he kissed the back of my neck softly. “I told you I couldn’t wait to destroy you,” he whispered.

I grinned, entirely satisfied. “Trust me, I couldn’t either. I may or may have warmed myself up before the ceremony.”

He turned me over to face him. “You’re fucking amazing, Dela.Christ.”

***

I woke to the warmth of his body wrapped around mine, one heavy arm draped over my waist, his hand splayed against my stomach. Beautiful golden light poured through the tall windows of the penthouse suite, filtering through sheer curtains. The scent of sex and expensive cologne clung to the sheets, to my skin. To him.

My thighs ached in the best kind of way. My voice was hoarse after a fun night. I turned my head slightly, catching the edge of his jaw where a bruise was blooming, probably from where I’d bitten him. His lips curved lazily without opening his eyes.

“Morning, wife,” he rasped, voice thick with sleep and happiness.

A flush crept over my chest from how that single word made something low in me coil tight. “Morning,husband.”

His arm tightened, pulling me flush against him with ease. I felt the heat of him at my back, already hard again. Always ready.Fuck. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, then another, lower. “You alive?”

“Barely.” I smiled, biting back a groan as I stretched. “You didn’t exactly go easy on me.”

He laughed darkly into my skin. “Didn’t hear you complaining. Not the first, second, or the third time.”

“No complaining here,” I said. “I lost count of how many orgasms you forced out of me.”

That made him roll me onto my back in one fluid motion, his body covering mine, mouth brushing over my collarbone. “You’re my sweet girl,” he whispered. “I’ll force as many out of you as I want to.”

A shiver ran through me.

He kissed me slowly this time.

Eventually, I tangled my fingers in his hair and murmured, “You still want to leave today?”

He pulled back slightly, eyes narrowing in that way that always made my pulse race. “You trying to cancel our honeymoon, Sinclair-Vaughan?”

“No,” I said, amused at his tone. “Just wondering if we’ll actually make it onto the jet without getting distracted again.” I ground my hips against his.

He smirked, biting his lip. “We’ll fuck on the jet.”

“Of course, we will,” I muttered, laughing. “Silly of me to evenassumeotherwise.”

He trailed his fingers over the curve of my hip, teasing. “I rented the entire island, you know.”

I blinked. “Youwhat?”

“Private villa. Private beach. Armed guards at the perimeter and no one within a five-mile radius. Just you. Me. And whatever sins we decide to commit for the next ten days.”

I stared at him. “You call that a honeymoon?”

“I call itheaven,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine. “And after everything we’ve survived, don’t we deserve it?”

A long silence passed. I touched his cheek, letting myself really look at him. My monster. My everything.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “We do.”