Page 99 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Stars

Veyrith

She is perfect.

Her body writhes beneath my mouth, her scent thick with need, her fingers tangled in my hair as she gives in—finally, fully gives in.

She is no longer running, no longer trembling with uncertainty.

She knows.

She feels it.

The truth of what we are, the undeniable bond forming between us, woven through our shared link—her pleasure feeding mine, mine feeding hers, until there is no space between them.

No space between us.

I drag my tongue over her again, and she shatters, her cry ripping through the chamber as she arches beneath me, her body taut, trembling, exquisite in release.

I drink it in.

I savor her, worship her, groan against her skin as my own desire surges to an unbearable peak, clawing at my control, demanding more.

I will have more.

I rise over her, slow, predatory, my muscles coiled tight, my cock heavy with aching need. She is still panting, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her body soft and pliant beneath me.

But she does not resist when I nudge her thighs apart again, settling my hips between them, pressing against her where she is slick and ready for me.

She whimpers, her breath catching, her thighs trembling as she tilts her hips, an instinctive, silent plea.

Yes.

I grip her thighs, spreading her wider, holding her still.

Mine.

With one slow, unrelenting thrust, I bury myself inside her.

She gasps, her body arching as I fill her completely, stretch her around me, forcing her to take all of me.

A guttural snarl rips from my throat.

Her heat grips me like a vice, impossibly tight, impossibly soft.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, her lips parting in a silent, overwhelmed moan.

The link between us flares, and I feel what she feels—the shock, the pleasure, the fullness— Gods .

I pull back, thrust into her again, and she cries out, her body clenching around me, pulling me deeper, needing me deeper.

She takes me so well.

I cannot stop now.

I pound into her, taking what is mine, giving her everything in return—my heat, my possession, my absolute devotion.

Her pleasure spikes again and again, cresting in waves, rippling through the link, washing over me until I am drowning in her.

My tail snakes around her waist, tight and unrelenting, securing her to me, binding us together.

I do not let go.

She is mine.

I am hers.

Her nails rake down my back, and I growl, my hips slamming into hers, my movements wild, desperate, on the edge of breaking.

“Veyrith—!” Her voice is breathless, pleading, and she tips over the edge again, her body milking me, claiming me, wrecking me.

I roar, my release ripping through me, my cock pulsing inside her as I spill deep, locking us together in the heat of completion.

I hold her there, wrapped tightly in my arms, my tail a unyielding bind around her body, keeping her exactly where she belongs.

Against me. With me.

I bury my face in the curve of her throat, inhaling her scent, feeling her pulse flutter against my lips.

She is breathing hard, trembling, but her hands curl against my back, holding me just as fiercely as I hold her.

Good.

I will never let her go.

And now, she knows it.