Desires of a Monster - Roe Horvat Page 0,45

As if I could only be whole while he fucked me.

What had he turned me into?

I didn’t know anymore if what I felt was love or insanity.

15

The Dark Rider

Rees’s belly and chest glistened with splashes of his cum. I gathered them with my finger and sucked them into my mouth, one by one. Not a single drop was to be lost. With his taste in my mouth, I moved slower, enjoying the way his flesh clung to me, his hole stretched around my cock, slick with my early seed.

He writhed on the bed, lost in passion. He’d already come twice tonight, and his cries of ecstasy seemed to linger in the dark room, their echoes etched into my mind. I held him in my arms, and his mouth latched onto the skin on my chest. He was greedy, ravenous for me.

When I pulled out of him, he mewled in protest.

“Shh. I’m not done with you,” I soothed. “We’re going to make love again and again. For the whole night…”

“Please!” he whined.

I turned him onto his side and curled around him, then pushed back into him. Now that he was healthy and strong, his body swallowed my cockhead easily. I cherished his grateful sigh when his hole hugged half of my cock. He threw one leg over mine, spreading himself open, and I fisted his hard shaft in my hand. I rocked my hips gently, not pulling out, just moving subtly inside him. I gave him the fullness and pressure he’d learned to crave.

My tongue slithered around his throat where his pulse thrummed, and his moans reverberated into me. The beast in me purred with contentment. My lover was in my arms, savoring my touch. A sheen of sweat covered Rees’s pale body, and in the light of the fire, his skin glowed like gold. Like a treasure.

He angled his pelvis so my cock dragged along the front wall of his hole. He was learning what brought him the most intense sensations, and I was fascinated by his reactions to every small discovery.

“Ah! Cariad! Yes… there!”

“Like this, my darling?” I asked with a smile. Massaging his cock in my hand, I moved faster, fucking him only a little harder, aiming at the spot inside him that would make his hole squeeze around me like a fist.

He exclaimed once more, his cock pulsing in my palm, and he lost himself. His body bucked and spasmed with vast waves of pleasure. His head thrown back, two-thirds of my length tucked inside him, he reached up and grabbed my horns. Finding purchase, he moved. His hips snapped back and forth in a frenzy as he strained to draw even more sensations from my cock.

Rees was caught in the longest, most forceful orgasm I’d seen him experience. His hole milked me. His muscles rippled, and more drops of cum oozed from his slit, trickling down his cock. He was incredible. I snarled, the beast in me filled with joy.

I did that. I made him come like this. He is mine. Mine!

His body sucked my seed in. Growling, driven by desire, intense like I’d never felt before, I bit him. Drops of blood from the side of his neck mingled with the taste of his cum in my mouth. He arched in my arms, a long guttural cry tearing out of his throat. Passion. He was Passion. All-consuming, devastating, beautiful.

I admired the shallow wounds on his skin, the traces from my teeth. He slumped in my lap and hummed, seemingly happy with staying impaled on my cock for a while longer. He tilted his head to the side, offering me the small red marks on his throat. I licked them until they stopped bleeding while gentle hands roamed my arms, my hip, my thigh.

My cum inside him, his blood on my tongue…

“I could die now and be content,” he whispered, startling me. “There can’t be greater happiness in life than this.”

“You’ll live long, my darling,” I told him. Not long enough!

I kissed his neck and shoulder while I slowly, gently pulled out of him. He shuddered, and I slid down his body and licked his hole, soothing him until he stopped shaking.

He stretched, sated and content.

“Hold me,” he whispered. “Please, Cariad.”

I’d do anything he asked for.

Rees clung to me, nuzzling my chest, and I ran my fingers up and down his spine, worshipping the curves of his bare back and his perfect ass cheeks until long after he’d fallen asleep. His heartbeat thrummed, his breaths caressed