Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,153
everything I’ve lost. We can have lots of pretty babies. We can live.”
“Lena,” he started to argue, but I shoved him onto the bed, shaking my head.
“Don’t you Lena me, Blackstone. You don’t get to regret anything that’s happened. What you can do right now is fuck me like you hate me. Show me how rough you can be, and make it hurt so good for me,” I murmured, sliding the panties off over my hips, exposing how wet he’d already made me.
“You’re barely healed, woman.”
“And? I want to feel you inside of me, and I want to start making babies, because we’re going to create so many pretty children, asshole. I want them all.”
I snapped my fingers in the air, and Lana Del Rey’s Gods and Monsters started playing through speakers around the room. Lucian watched me stalking him to the bed. A wicked smirk played on my mouth as I snapped again, and his pants vanished, revealing his hard cock.
“Mine,” I growled huskily, watching the way his eyes grew hooded at the sentiment.
“Mine,” he mirrored it. “Fuck this,” he snarled, slamming into my body.
His hand gripped both wrists, holding them to the wall above my head. Lucian’s mouth slammed against mine as his other hand cupped my ass, lifting me.
I felt him against my opening, sliding through the slick mess he’d created. He entered my pussy hard and fast, and his cock stretched and filled me until I gasped against his kiss.
“Lucian!” I screamed, fighting to get my hands freed of his grip to touch him.
“Louder,” he demanded, slamming into my sex as it clamped down around him, hungrily taking what he was offering. “Fucking hell,” he moaned, not letting go of me as he continued pumping into my body with urgency.
Our muffled moans and cries echoed off the walls as I heard water splashing onto the floor from the bathroom. I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was getting him deeper, taking him into my soul that cried out in bliss at him being within me.
“I can feel you.”
“I’m fucking you,” he growled, moving us toward the bed without missing a beat.
“No, I feel you in my soul again,” I whispered, barely above a breath.
I could feel him further inside me than he’d ever been before. It was as if he’d replaced the furies, but he hadn’t. He’d freed me, and in doing so, my soul was singing with his presence inside of me. He spread my legs apart, slowly rolling his hips while he studied me.
“You’re mine forever, Lena.”
“And you’re mine. Now give me what we both need, asshole,” I groaned, gasping as he slammed to his hilt in my cunt. “Fuck yes!” I moaned, whimpering as he let loose, fucking me hard and without mercy.
He held my hips, peering into my soul as he fucked me until the muscles in his chest tightened, and he snarled his release while I shattered into a million pieces beneath him. Lucian dropped on top of me, claiming my lips as he exhaled.
“I think the dead heard us that time,” I grunted, shoving him up and off of me. “Do you intend to carry me to the tub and wash my hair?” I questioned.
“Get your sexy magical ass into that tub, Lena. I have someone to deal with while you are freshening up,” he stated, pushing up from the bed.
I watched his firm ass moving across the room to push open a large closet that revealed rows of suits. The man was an enigma who enjoyed the finer things in life—a life we would be sharing. I fell back on the mattress, staring up at the galaxies of stars that were visible through the ceiling. Time passed, and yet I didn’t do as I’d been told.
“This is beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you are to me,” he whispered, forcing my attention to the closet door, where he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his naked chest. “Bathe, because your mother and grandmother have been driving me bug fuck crazy to get to you. There’s also another surprise for you waiting below. He can’t stay long. This world doesn’t want him here. Not any more than he wants to be here.”
“Joshua?” I asked, sitting up to look at Lucian with hope flaring within me.
His dark head nodded, causing uneasiness to fill my chest. I’d changed, but he hadn’t. I turned, eyeing Lucian as he saw me putting the pieces together.