Page 39 of Monsters Wear Crowns (Crowned Monsters Duet #1)

Before he could respond, I leaned down and flicked my tongue across his tip. A strangled sound tore from his throat.

“ Fuck , Dela,” he rasped, one hand flying to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair.

I took him deeper, letting his cock nudge the back of my throat as I sucked and swirled my tongue, never breaking rhythm.

He cursed again, his grip tightening. The way his breathing stuttered, the way his muscles flexed like he was barely holding it together–it was everything. A perfect, primal kind of power.

And I was drunk on it .

I swallowed him down fully, throat clenching around him.

“Shit–oh, fuck,” he panted. “Keep doing that, baby. Don’t stop.”

So I didn’t. I alternated between deep, slow strokes and teasing flicks of my tongue over his tip, stroking what I couldn’t take. He reached over to crank the music–some dark, gritty rock track I’d heard him play before–then reclaimed my hair, fingers coiling with need.

“When you’re close,” I said, glancing up with a wicked grin. “Feel free to get a little aggressive.”

His head hit the seat with a thud. “You’re going to kill me,” he groaned.

But soon enough, his grip tightened, guiding me with steady pressure, fucking my mouth while he drove. His breathing turned ragged, his jaw locked. I could feel every tremor in his thighs, every pulse of heat surging through him. “Fuck, baby I’m gonna crash if you don’t stop right now,” he laughed.

And then–he snapped.

A guttural moan tore from him as he came, cock pulsing against my tongue, spilling down my throat while I swallowed greedily, not wasting a drop.

When I finally sat back up, lips tingling, I looked over to find him grinning like a devil behind the wheel, eyes dark and glittering.

“You’re fucking incredible,” he said, breathless.

I smiled, licking my lips. “I know.”

***

We barely made it through the bedroom door before he bent me over the bed, lifting the hem of my dress and yanking my panties down in one swift motion. I gritted my teeth, bracing for the delicious burn, the sharp ache of pleasure I knew was coming.

A moan slipped from my lips the moment I felt the thick press of his cock nudging at my entrance. He pushed in just an inch, enough to make my body tremble with need, then used the moment to haul me upright, tugging my dress down beneath my breasts.

All thought vanished when I glanced at the mirror across the room–and saw us.

“I want you to watch,” he growled in my ear.

Before I could answer, he drove into me with a sudden, punishing thrust that knocked the air from my lungs.

“Oh my god, Adela,” he groaned, already moving harder, faster.

And I did what he told me. I watched.

I watched the raw desire on his face as he took me from behind. I watched the way mine contorted in ecstasy, the way his cock split me open with every drive of his hips. I watched my breasts bounce with each thrust, his hand cupping one, fingers rough and possessive.

“This body,” he panted, voice raspy with possession. His hand cupped my breast, thumb grazing the hardened peak. “Is mine .”

My eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the sounds he made–the grunts, the breathless groans, the curse that slipped when I clenched around him.

“You take me so well,” he rasped, suddenly pushing me down onto the bed. His grip on my hips was punishing, locking me in place as he drove into me with furious need.

My mind spun. The sheer hunger in him and the way he lost control just for me shattered something inside. The orgasm hit before I even saw it coming. My cry was rough and desperate, my body convulsing beneath him. I clenched around him, hard, and he groaned like I was stealing his soul.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart.” His thrusts turned erratic. “Open those legs for me.”

I spread wider, offering everything.

“Jesus,” he growled, slamming into me so hard I whimpered. He let go, spilling deep inside me with a low, guttural sound that vibrated through my spine. “You’re so fucking good for me,” he whispered against my back, breath hot, his lips brushing my skin in a barely-there kiss.

We stayed like that, bodies tangled, sweat-slicked, and breathless.

After a moment, I broke the silence. “You okay?”

He let out a lazy, satisfied laugh. “I just saw God. So yeah, I’m okay.”

I snorted, trying to lift myself off the bed, but my limbs weren’t cooperating. “You broke me.”

“Damn right I did,” he grinned, rising on his elbows to press a kiss to the back of my neck. “And you’ll be walking like a baby deer for the next hour. You’re welcome.”

I laughed, swatting at his arm. “You’re so cocky.”

His eyes glittered. “It’s true, though.”

I rolled my eyes, finally managing to stand–though I did, in fact, feel like a baby deer. “What time even is it?”

Rafe glanced at his black watch. “Time to shower and get ready to meet Vincent.”

Before I could say a word, he scooped me into his arms effortlessly. “Hey–” I protested, but the sound turned to a laugh as he carried me toward the bathroom.

“Gotta take care of my girl,” he said, his voice low, affectionate. “Can’t have you wobbling into a mob meeting like you just got fucked into the next dimension.”

I smirked against his chest. “Well... you kind of did.”

He looked smug. “Exactly. Now hush and let me spoil you.”