Single mom Selina Sardi would do anything for her 6-year-old son. Eager to turn their new house into a real home for him, she's devastated when she discovers that the monster under his bed is not a figment of his imagination but the real deal.
Elia...
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The bogeyman's cum was on Selina's panties and part of her thighs. It was white and gooey. In fact, it was underwhelmingly normal. Her relief came in a raspy snort. She got up from him, unable to speak or think coherently, too shocked by what she had done.
"Hold on, hazel eyes, no need to panic."
She heard him and at the same time didn't hear him, nightmares of what could've happened tumbling through her mind. She was losing it.
"Selina?" His talons reached for her face. His fucking talons. She drew away from him, trying to regain control over her breathing.
"You're scared of me ..." A hint of sadness laced his words. Why? It didn't make sense. None of this made sense.
More specifically, they didn't make sense.
That this realization came with a pang of sadness of her own, angered her enough to be very, very afraid. "Of course I am. Isn't that the whole point?"
"Not now it wasn't. Let me take it away. I can eat it."
"No!"
"Selina." He whirled closer. "I can kiss it away. Let me ..."
"No!" She fought the tears pricking behind her eyes. "I don't need you to take it away. I don't need you."
Understanding dawned in Elias' crystal blue eyes as he slumped back to take her in. "Oh, Selina."
"Oh, Selina what?" she hissed.
He gave her a knowing look that made her insides squirm. "I don't think you need me to explain your fears to you."
Whatever he was trying to convey, she didn't like it. Not one bit.
All she needed was to get a grip. Focus on the deal. Get through the week, kick him out, and move on. But even as she thought it, unspeakable panic spiraled in her chest.
"Selina," he whispered again, "let me help, it wouldn't be that big of a deal," and when she didn't react, he deftly wrapped a claw around her wrist and pulled her in. The swirls of rats, zombies, and spiders graciously parted for her and before she knew it, she was back against his chest and the nightmares closed around them in a protective cocoon.
It was frightening how much that place soothed her.
He cupped her face, scraping her scalp lightly in the process. "I know you don't need me, hazel eyes. Never assumed you did. None of this is about what you need. It's about what I need, and right now, I'm hungry." He tipped up her chin with the knuckle of his talons and gave her a once-over. "Must be that orgasm you gave me."
Without the smallest concern for her reaction, he put his mouth on hers and kissed, kissed and plundered and sucked until all thoughts cleared from her head and she had no more reason not to kiss him back.
