Shadow's Kiss (Monstrous Hearts: Fleur's Story)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Fleur sucked eagerly while Dario's cock thrust steadily into her mouth. Her fingernails bit into the hard muscle in his hips, half to feel his power and half in reaction to the perverse stimulation that shot through her breasts from the nipple clamps. The chain attached to them had been hooked over his shaft, adding just enough pressure to magnify every movement. In the bright morning sunlight, the thin metal glittered as it tightened and eased to his rhythm.

When his breathing changed, she sucked harder, aware that he was almost there. Her nipples throbbed with each thrust. Her thighs felt sticky with sweat and excitement while her tongue flicked against his cock, finding the spot on its underside that always drove him to go at her with his full power. He did, catching her neck to hold her still.

"Impatient this morning," he said, sounding composed despite his hard pumping.

She just moaned in response, so excited that she almost forgot their usual routine.

He didn't, pulling out of her mouth and briefly looking away from her to reach for the birth control pill waiting on the bedside table. She panted against the sweet ache in her nipples as the movement pulled the clamps taut. Then he put the pill in her mouth, eyes gleaming with lust when she took the chance to suck on his fingers. Something fluttered behind her ribs at the sheen of sweat on his face that darkened his stubbled jaw and highlighted his sharp bone structure; she always got so hot whenever he showed hints of losing control.

In the next moment, his cock pushed back into her mouth. A few more thrusts and he tensed against her, pumping a load that helped her swallow her birth control pill. Afterward, she panted while he slid out and pulled the chain off his cock, tugging it lightly to urge her upright. Her legs shook as she did so, but he immediately pulled her to him to take her weight, mouth catching hers in a rough kiss while he removed the clamps. She relaxed into the freedom, burying fingers into his hair and melting her body into his. How the hell had she ever been nervous to touch him? Now she couldn't get enough of feeling those hard muscles contract beneath her hands, or of how hot his skin felt, as if his demonic form always burned just beneath the surface.

He broke off and murmured against her lips, "Good girl."

She shook through the orgasm, voice filling the room. By the time the stars cleared from her eyesight, he was already hard again, pinning her back against the bed and pushing into her shaven cunt with one hard thrust. Wordless, all she could manage was to lock her legs around his waist and pant against his mouth. He stared at her with unusual intensity, the warm brown of his eyes striking in the sunlight. All of those amazing muscles tightened against her limp body as he found a hard, driving rhythm, jolting the breath out of her. God, his power. Lately, sex had sometimes included him putting a collar and leash on her, but it was out of playfulness only. He could do whatever he wanted with just his hands and strength, and they both knew it.

The thought alone made her eyes roll back in her head as fresh lust joined the delicious pressure of his cock, but in the next moment he spoke, the words tender despite his unrelenting thrusts. "Look at me."

When she did, he nuzzled her, gaze still intent. Something flickered in his expression, there and gone too fast for her to understand.

Then he straightened up to change the angle of their hips, easily pushing her into another climax. Even as she arched, shivering and wordless, he came with a soft growl, and his cock remained deep inside while he gently traced the lines of her body, easing her into an afterglow.

After her breathing calmed, he resettled against her, pressing their damp skin together. He looked thoughtful, musing. She recognized the particular color his irises now were, almost a dark amber, and mumbled, "Am I about to hear something I won't like?"