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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With Elias gone and Lowie with his dad, the emptiness of Selina's house came crashing down on her like a monsoon downpour. Her books were not interesting, all Netflix shows were lame, and her plate of pasta tasted drab. The only thing to do was have a good cry and there was only one place to do it.
She dragged her feet up the stairs to the room on top of everything. The attic room was dark, apart from a soft gleam streaming through the skylight and the magical glow of plastic stars and planets on the make-believe milky way.
Her breath hitched.
Huddled in a corner was a familiar shadow.
Floating tendrils and a big, bald head.
It couldn't be.
It was.
Her heart came alive with a jolt. "Elias? You're back?"
"I heard you needed someone to hold your fork."
The consolation of his voice washed over her like a warm tidal wave. She smiled at his remark. "It's true that the fork is getting sort of lonely. I hear its cutlery friends just don't cut it."
"Hm. I wonder if the fork needs something edgier?" The bogeyman flew near and wrapped his claw around her throat.
"Fangs." Her skin pebbled with goosebumps everywhere his breath landed. "It needs fangs."
Elias inhaled deeply. "Your fear, hazel eyes. Delicious."
"I'm not afraid."
"Of course not." His mouth crashed to hers and his body, solid parts and floating nightmares alike, backed her up against the door. The bogeyman kissed her hungrily and she obliged, wrapping her legs around his waist, searching for the most pressing part of him.
"Do you have condoms?" he asked, "Can I?"
He was as eager as she was. Good. "My room."
Their tumble down the staircase was far from elegant, their hurry to get a condom around his cock on par with their need to keep feeling each other up. Fortunately, the nightmares were so thoughtful to cushion Selina from bruising.
He ripped her clothes from her body and took her against the wall.
Hard, fast, glorious.
"Please tell me those are happy tears," he said with a crack in his voice when Selina's emotions got the better of her in the wake of her earth-shattering orgasm, "I'd hate to see you sad."
"I missed you so damn much."
"Same." His next kiss was tender. He carried her to the bed and curled up behind her in a warm embrace. "I missed you so much it hurt. I was certain I'd never see you again, never breathe you in, never hold you ... it was agony."
