Page 14 of The Monster's Daughter

His tongue is hot, wide, textured in a way that makes me cry out again as it drags through my folds, curling over my clit. He licks me like he’s starving, hands gripping my thighs to keep me from squirming away.

I come fast, too fast, body shuddering, eyes rolling back.

He growls his approval, then licks me again, slower this time, savoring every tremble.

“Kage—please—” I gasp, shaking.

He moves over me, lines himself up, and pauses.

“I will not break you,” he promises, voice a low snarl of restraint.

“Try,” I whisper.

He pushes inside.

I gasp, the stretch overwhelming. He goes slow—agonizingly, beautifully slow—until he’s buried inside me. His cock fills me like nothing ever has, my pussy clenching around him like I was made for this.

We both shudder.

He stays still for a moment, breathing hard, letting me adjust. His forehead presses to mine.

“You are mine,” he whispers.

“Yours,” I breathe back.

Then he moves.

Every thrust is deep, deliberate, dragging pleasure through me like a rising wave. I wrap my legs around his waist, my nails scratching at his scales. He snarls, hips driving faster, rougher, our bodies slamming together in perfect sync.

My pussy grips him tighter with every stroke. His ridges hit all the right places. He feels like fire inside me, like war and safety and everything I didn’t know I needed.

“Bella,” he growls, voice breaking. “You are… everything.”

“Fuck me harder,” I moan. “I want all of you.”

He gives it to me.

The cave echoes with our cries, our gasps, the wet slap of skin on skin. We move together like we’ve done this a thousand times. Like we were born for this moment.

My orgasm hits me like lightning. I scream his name, my pussy spasming around him. He thrusts once more, twice—and then roars, spilling inside me, his cock pulsing with heat and completion.

He holds me through it, shaking.

We collapse into the sleeping bags, tangled and breathless. His arms wrap around me, claws splayed protectively over my hip.

“I claimed you,” he says finally, voice soft.

I kiss his jaw. “Good. You’re mine too.”

And this time, I’m not scared of that.

CHAPTER 10

KAGE

Idon’t sleep.

Her weight rests against my chest, small and warm, every exhale stirring the scales over my heart. Her hair smells of smoke and copper, her skin radiating heat that seeps into me, fills cracks I thought would never close.