Monster carries me backward into the bedroom, carefully dropping me onto the bed. I look at up him, at his tall, suited form. I want him naked, on top of me, driving into me. I want him to lick my pussy, to tease my clit until I call out his name and drive my nails into my back. I want him to grab my hair, to flip me over, to take me from behind, sinking into me in that brutal way that I crave.

I fucking want him, so much. Over and over, in every conceivable way. I think that I will always want him this badly. At least, I hope so.

I blush and bite my lip when I realize that I’m already getting wet.

He does this to me.

“Like what you see, princess?” he growls.

Monster reaches a hand down to my face, brushing my hair from my eyes. He tucks it gently behind my ear, fixating me with his piercingly grey eyes. Then he chuckles.

“It’s okay to look. I like you looking at me. I like seeing you looking at me more.”

“Even then, it’s rude to stare.” I avert my gaze and focus on my knee instead.

“Princess, you can stare at me all you want. As long as it’s me you’re staring at like that, I’m happy. Fucking ecstatic, actually.” He cups my chin so that our eyes meet. He holds my gaze, still not moving to hide any part of himself.

I start tracing the lines of his chest, then the ones of his arm, all the way to his hand. Next, I trace the muscular lines of his stomach down to his hips.

His breath hitches, and his cock twitches. I bite my lip, and he lets out a low moan.

“I’m really trying to let you do your thing here, princess. But you’re really fucking killing me.”

I grin at his words. A shiver of excitement runs up my spine and I can feel myself growing wet already.

“Fuck,” he breathes as I run my hands over the outline of his hard cock over his briefs. “I can’t fucking wait to get inside of you.”

He flips me onto my back and presses his body to mine, kissing me deeply. He traces the neckline of my tank top as he runs his other hand up and down my thigh.

I moan as he reaches for the hem of my shirt, but I am surprised; instead of my shirt, he starts pulling off my yoga pants. I help him, and the second he has gotten them off, he’s like a kid in a candy store.

He runs his hands up and down my smooth legs, looking at them like they are something delicious to be eaten. The look makes the fine hair on my neck rise. I’m glad that I know him because if a stranger looked at me with that kind of naked lust in his eyes, I would be afraid.

With Monster, though, fear has become… not impossible, but unlikely. I don’t feel it when he looks at me, or when he kisses me. I certainly don’t feel afraid when he holds me close. I shut my eyes for a second, nearly overcome with sensation and emotion at once.

“Fiore,” he says softly. “Look into my eyes for a second.”

I open my eyes and he drinks me in. He spends a minute running one hand up and down my side, leaving goosebumps trailing along my skin. He teases my nipples through my shirt, planting soft kisses on the exposed skin of my stomach.

I barely manage a nod. My skin is on fire everywhere he touches me, aching for more. Each stroke on my nipples causes my pussy to clench.

I am pretty sure that by now, my panties are drenched. I would be embarrassed if I could bring myself to think that far. But all my thoughts are completely focused on what he is making me feel.

His hands slide my panties down, and my tank top disappears over my head. If this were anyone else, I would be trying to cover up, but I force myself not to. The way he is looking at my body, his eyes dark with lust, make me feel hot and naughty.

He does this to me.

He drinks me in with his eyes, growling softly as his fingers stroke my dripping slit.

“God, Fiore. You’re so fucking wet.”

He brings his glistening fingers to his lips, licking my juices off the tips of his fingers. He closes his eyes and lets out a low moan as he tastes me on his hands. “Fucking delicious, princess. So sweet. I can’t fucking wait to taste more.”

I focused on his fingers that are once more playing with my clit, teasing the seam of my pussy.

He kisses me deeply, hungrily. I could feel his rock-hard cock digging into my soft belly. I moan loudly, still unable to form any words.

“Fuck, Fiore. I’ve never come from just sounds before, but if you keep that up, that might change.” His voice was husky, low.

“Yes, please Monster! Please!” I beg.

I barely register that I haven’t showered yet before his mouth is licking slowly but hungrily along my seam. Up and down, sucking in my lips, darting his tongue into me before starting all over again. He lets out a low moan again.

“So fucking sweet, Fiore.” He moans before taking my sensitive clit in his mouth, sucking lightly, his tongue flicking against my bud.

It’s a little like being struck by lightning, that first touch of his tongue to my clit. His tongue is turning me into a shivering, moaning maniac.

I try to buck my hips against him, unable to contain myself any longer, but his strong hands on my hips keeps me in place. He licks and sucks until I see nothing but stars and fireworks, feeling like I am about to fly away if it wasn't for him anchoring me.

Far too soon, the pressure that had been building up inside me releases into a ball of light. My mind shatters in every different direction possible as I scream his name, digging my fingers into his shoulders and tugging at his hair.

He keeps licking, although he is very gentle now, aware of how sensitive I must be. I have to pull him away, and he comes up looking immensely self-impressed.

“Enjoy that, did you, princess?” he says, licking at his mouth.

“You know I did.” I tug him close for a kiss and taste my own juices, sharp and sweet.

He takes his shirt off and pushes his pants down his legs. He moves to lie between my legs, our embrace one of comfort, of two people who know one another. I can feel the blunt tip of his cock against my entrance, positioned perfectly to slide into my pussy. He doesn’t though.

He just kisses me hard. I can still taste myself on his lips. Somehow, it just arouses me even more. I moan into his mouth and hear a low sound at the back of his throat.

“You want it?” he says, so low it’s almost a whisper. “Tell me how badly you want my cock, little girl.”

“You know I do,” I whisper, writhing.

He moves a little, shifts very slightly, and I can feel the promise of his weight, his body heat. I shiver.

“Are you sure?” he asks, teasing now.

“I want you inside of me. Now! Please, Monster.”

He lets out a low growl but doesn’t say any more. I can feel his hard cock gently pushing harder at my entrance. He slides in slowly, watching my every facial expression, seemingly gauging my every move.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he breathes as he stretches me inch by inch.

Pleasure fills my body, taking over every inch of me. The entire world disappears. All that exists is the feeling of his cock in me, his body on mine, breathing deeply and softly, growling and moaning into my ears. He kisses me and whispers to me.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Fiore.”

He rocks into me with perfect rhythm, with just the right amount of pressure. I can feel my body begin to tighten, to draw taut like a bowstring.

It is so good, yet almost painful at this point. I feel so delightfully used, feel stretched out by his massive cock. I know he isn’t going to stop, but that doesn’t keep me from encouraging him.

“Don’t stop, Monster. I’m so close,” I urge. “I’m right there. Make me come.”

I know he can. I will him to release the tension building in my breasts, in my core. His breathing is ragged now. I can feel his muscles starting to shake as he thrusts into me more forcefully, but he is still taking care not to hurt me. He is nearly there, and I am right there with him.

A final thrust and my world shatters into a million pieces again. The knot that has been building inside me releases.

He nips at my bottom lip, then his eyes roll back, his muscular shoulders flexing, his thighs shaking as he fills me to the brim. I feel his orgasm pour into my core, his cock twitching deep inside of me.

And it is the most exquisite thing.

For long minutes afterward, I lie there, clinging to his sweat-dampened body. I swear I can feel his heart racing in time with my own as we both suck in long, deep breaths. After a while, he shifts his weight off of me, pulling me close as he stretches out on the bed.

I raise my hand to push my hair back from my forehead and catch him looking at me. Not sexually, not angrily. Not with that expression of distance he used to get right before he got up to leave me alone for the rest of the night.

This time he looks at me… fondly. With an expression of tenderness.

“Do you know how fucking much I love you?” he says, his voice hoarse.

My cheeks turn pink. “Monster—”

“Arsen,” he corrects me gently. His lips twitch. “You realize that you’ll have to stop calling me Monster in public? Now that you’re carrying my child, we wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea about us.”

I laugh. “It would be unseemly.”

He pauses, obviously trying to decide how to say something. “How do you feel about… you know…”

I raise an eyebrow. “About being pregnant?”

“Yes. About that.”

“I don’t know. I mean, I was so worried about what you would think, how mad you would be…” He flinches at my words, and I put a staying hand on his arm. “It is what it is. I really haven’t had time to think about it. I mean… I’m young…” I pause, biting my lip. “But I’m also in love with you. And I know that I’m carrying your baby. That part, I’m definitely okay with.”

He nods quietly. “Can you imagine, a baby that is half mine and half yours?”

I smile. “It’ll be so damn gorgeous. That baby will be breaking hearts before it’s out of middle school.”

“Actually… you didn’t go to middle school, did you?”

I shake my head. “Nope. After my mother passed away, I was homeschooled. For whatever that is worth, I guess.”

“I didn’t go to school, either. My brothers and I were too busy trying to keep ourselves off the streets.”

I put my head down, all but pressing my face into his chest. “This baby will know privilege, then. It’s already going to be better off than either of us, isn’t it?”

When he responds, his voice rumbles up from his chest. “Yes. It will be taken care of.”

“And loved,” I whisper, my eyes growing heavy.

“Definitely that.” He throws his arm over my body, and I drift off to sleep.