Page 13 of Ravaging Red (Monsters of the Hollow Realm #1)

A strap had slipped off her shoulder, exposing the gentle curve of her arm, the slope of her collarbone, the soft swell of the plush flesh that peeked just over the edge of that useless fabric.

My eyes followed the line of her neck, the rhythm of her pulse was steady, unaware I was there, and then my eyes landed on the swell of her tits.

Fuck.

They were glorious. Heavy and full, pressing against the thin fabric in perfect roundness.

Her nipples visibly strained beneath it, dark and stiff and aching for a mouth.

I wanted to drag my tongue across one, slow and deliberate, letting her feel the wet heat of me curling around her nipple until she arched into my snout and begged me to slurp.

I wanted to nip at the underside, leave a scar where no one else would ever see, a brand that whispered mine every time she looked in the mirror.

Her tits weren’t the only thing demanding worship.

The hem of her slip had bunched around her thick thighs.

Gods, those thighs. Soft and parted, one leg bent and exposed, that bare skin catching the moonlight exposing her.

I drank her in with slow, reverent hunger, letting my gaze roam over the width of her hips, the curve of her belly, the place where her flesh folded sweetly between her thighs and her waist.

Every inch of her was a contradiction, soft and sinful, innocent and obscene.

Her hair fanned out beneath her like a pool of living flame, rich red curls spilling across the white pillow, unruly and wild even in sleep.

It framed her face like a halo of red silk, tangling against her cheek and brushing her collarbone.

She smelled of her own unique sweetness of crushed berries, salt, and sex .

I stayed there at the edge of her bed, just watching, not touching.

Not yet.

Because human women like her deserved to be looked at and admired. And I was going to take my fucking time with her.

My cock ached. The tip pulsed, already slick with precum, the knot swelling slowly, heavy with desire.

I stepped further into the room. I didn’t breathe.

Didn’t blink. I didn’t want to frighten her.

. Not when I had the chance to taste . So, I dropped low, onto all fours, my monster craving what was his, silent and crawling, muscles rippling beneath my fur.

I approached the edge of the bed like a predator nearing prey too precious to devour too soon.

And besides, I liked to play with my meal before I ate it.

I came to rest between her legs. Her panties, thin, soft and damp, were already pushed slightly to the side, likely from her own tossing and turning.

Her thighs were sticky with the evidence of frustrated pleasure .

I growled low, a rumble that vibrated the floorboards.

Pressing my snout forward. I moved the cloth aside with a nudge of my nose and there she was.

Dripping wet.

Mine.

Her scent hit me like a blow, sweet and soaked with lust, the kind of slick wetness that only builds from obsession. I pressed closer, my snout brushing her folds, and something in me released. I let out a low groan that rumbled through my chest, shaking the bed.

One claw.

That’s all it took.

I slipped it beneath the waistband and tugged. The panties tore like a slip of paper. Gone in a second, yet she didn’t flinch.

I pressed my nose flat against her soft pussy, the heat of her almost unbearable.

My tongue rolled slowly, thick, and long.

It was dripping with drool, and I dragged it up the center of her core.

I licked her from back slit to clit. A long, wet stripe.

And then again. Slower. Deeper. Letting her soak my mouth with her cream.

She stirred and gave a soft whimper. In her sleep, her legs twitched, parting slightly, unconsciously knowing how to offer itself to me.

I exhaled, breath hot and humid against her wet folds, then licked again, this time deeper, tongue parting her swollen lips, curling into the taste of her, that creamy sweetness that made me feral.

I lapped at her entrance, teasing it, pushing in just enough to taste the juices dripping from inside.

My tongue curled upward, stroking her clit, up and down, slow and deliberate, until she gasped.

Her hips lifted, eyes still closed. Her body responded subconsciously, knowing its owner had arrived.

I circled her clit, tongue pressing firm, watching her lashes flutter, her mouth part in a breathless moan. She whimpered again, thighs flexing, pussy pulsing against my mouth.

Only I could do this.

Only I could make her melt like this.

And just as her body tightened, just as she neared the edge, just as I opened my mouth wider, ready to slurp her clit between my lips and drink her down…

She screamed.

But not in pleasure. In fear.

Her eyes snapped open, and I gripped her hips tight, our eyes locking, heartbeats racing and I prayed she would run. Because this time, I wasn’t going to let her escape me that easily.