A Monster's Beauty (In the Arms of Monsters 3)

When his tongue teased across her slit, she cried out, hungry for more. He grabbed her ass, holding her up to his mouth as he licked and ravished her pussy. Each taste drove her closer to the edge of bliss, wanting to completely fall off.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you make me?” he said.

“Please.”

“You want to come all over my face?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He licked and sucked at her clit, bit down on the swollen nub. Making her scream and beg for more until she couldn’t take it anymore and her release rushed over her, sending her over the edge and into a pleasure unlike anything she’d ever felt before in her life. She screamed his name, not wanting him to stop but unable to take the pleasure that was attacking her from his mouth.

“I’m going to make sure you feel every single part of me.” He nibbled on her thigh and moved her up the bed until she was resting against the pillows. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stared up at him, marveling at how she’d managed to get this man. He was the love of her life.

She loved him more than anything else in the world. She didn’t know how she could’ve doubted her feelings, not once could anyone have ever been good enough for her.

He captured her lips and she kissed him back, sinking against him, moaning for more.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” he said. “It’s one of the many reasons why I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He took her lips again. She felt him reach down between them. His cock slid up and down her spread slit, and as he began to slowly push his cock inside her, she melted, wanting more.

“You have no idea how much I fucking love you, Robin. You’re like a drug.” He slammed his cock inside.

She wrapped her legs around him and groaned as he began rocking inside her.

He thrust all the way in, pulled out, and then slammed back in again. “Watch us.”

She looked down at where they were joined. His cock throwing her deeper into pleasure. With each drive, it seemed to heighten her arousal. As he fucked her harder, making her take every single inch, she couldn’t think. Who would want to?

He captured her hands, pressing them into the bed and fucking her even harder. “Come on, baby, I want to fuck you so damn bad. I’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”

“Then fuck me, Preacher, make me your woman.”

“You are my woman.” He growled the words against her neck and she cried out, wanting more from him.

He drove into her and their fucking was a frenzy, but she didn’t care. Making love and taking things slow could happen later. For now, all she wanted was to feel him. Every single part of him, and to never let him go, to bask in his touch. Needing more. He drove inside her, fucking her harder. As he came, she stared into his eyes, knowing there was nowhere else she’d rather be than with this man.

“I want to marry you,” she said.

“I told you I didn’t want to know the answer.”

“I don’t care. I love you. I want to be with you, and I think deep down, you want to be with me as well.”

“You know me so well.” He kissed her hard, and she closed her eyes, smiling. This was what it was all about. They’d been through hell to get to this moment and there was no way she was trading this for the world.

Wrapping her arms around him, she held him close as he kissed her neck. There was no way she would ever let him go, not again.

Reaper, she’d never loved him, not really. He’d been a means to an end, but now, it was about her and Preacher, and it would always be.

Chapter Eleven

Her time with Reaper

Staring down at the hotel floor, Robin tried not to think about him. She was pregnant, but she wasn’t showing any signs of it yet. It wouldn’t be too long before she did, though. It was getting harder. When she wasn’t pregnant, being with Reaper was easier. He didn’t remind her of Preacher, but a pregnancy? Having a baby? How could that not make her feel … something?

She’d been pregnant with Preacher’s baby, and now she was pregnant with Reaper’s baby.