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

Chapter Thirty

Fleur didn't consider the details of what had happened until they were back in her hotel room. It was still night, and Dario left the lights off to bathe them in moonlight. In silence, he began stripping the wet, bloody dress off her. Her skin came away clean wherever they touched, her goosebumps chased away by delicious heat.

Her ankles still wobbled in her heels as she asked, "So, how much trouble am I in?"

The answer held a hint of roughness from his earlier rage, but his fingers felt as tender as his lips while he murmured into her ear. "With humans? None. I took care of it."

She closed her eyes, dizzy with relief that they were here and back together. As his stubble grazed her cheek, she managed, "And what about with you?"

"You're about to find out." Then the supple leather of a collar buckled tightly around her neck.

Surprise disappeared beneath the throb of heat between her legs as she looked at him and saw that his clothes had shifted into the dress shirt and slacks he always wore while leading her through a session. It was hard not to pant while staring into warm, clear irises that had lost none of their earlier intensity.

His voice darkened into something wicked as he clipped a leash to the attached ring. "You obviously need this."

Despite her exhaustion, her lower stomach tightened into a knot of anticipation. She always wanted him so badly. "I think I did pretty good on my own. I was only mostly dead by the time you found me."

In response, he pulled the leash close until their mouths brushed. "Fleur, stop talking. The only word I want to hear you say is my name."

Soon, she found herself sprawled over his lap while he sat on the bed, gasping each time his large, strong hand spanked her hard enough to jolt her entire body. Sometimes his palm stung her swollen cunt, igniting a need deep between her hips, but mostly it landed against her ass, inflaming the skin in a way that felt shocking and addictive. His other hand kept her pinned still whenever she tried writhing against his cock.

Eventually, once her entire backside burned against the mere brush of air, his fingers pushed into her slick folds and found a hard rhythm that made her shake and sweat. He teased without mercy, his control bringing her close without ever letting her reach a climax. Soon, she really was moaning his name, growing louder and louder in sheer desperation.

"I can't keep quiet," she panted. Her hair felt damp against the back of her neck. Every muscle in her body strained for release, hips searching for an angle that would turn his addictive rhythm into a mind-blowing climax. "Someone's going to hear us."

"Probably," he agreed. Then his fingers flexed, stretching her enough to make her yelp.

Her hands dug into the puffy bedspread while he stoked her need into outright agony. Her moaning grew ragged. Her thighs shivered, inflamed from the earlier spanking. She loved feeling his grip on her waist, painless yet unyielding whenever her hips writhed against the amazing things his fingers were doing. Once, he briefly let go to readjust his cock against his slacks, and she rubbed against its erect weight, aching to feel it inside her.

Just as her vision started to darken with stars, his hand pulled away, leaving her on the edge.

"You're going to stop?" she groaned, feeling him catch her hips to keep them still. "I thought the spanking was my punishment."

He laughed. "I said I'd make you very sorry."

"Yeah, but..." Then she went limp, aware of the bigger reason behind this. They could always talk about what she'd done at any time, but right now she had no patience to bullshit him, and they both knew it. "Okay, okay. It was really fucked up to disappear without warning you. I won't do it again. I just hated that you were still trapped by your past while freeing me from mine. Besides, I thought it was going to be a few months off my life. That's nothing."