Page 27 of Kat Bethel

He hit my G-spot with a precision that made me see stars.Fight it.

It was useless; the dam building inside my gut twisted tighter and tighter.

“Fuck yes.” A shameful whine left me. “Don’t you dare fucking stop. I’ll kill you if you do.”

You’ll kill him either way.

“I would never.” His tone made me want to drool. Like he was desperate to serve me. My heart raced at the needy devotion that he promised.

I came closer and closer to the edge, hovering over sweet bliss. Needy whines I couldn’t hold in and the sound of his fingers going in and out of me were the only noises in the room.

Damn, if an asshole monster couldn’t hit it just right.

“That’s it, Dandelion,” he whispered in my ear, making me shiver. “Come for me.”

My eyes popped open as an orgasm washed over me with enough ferocity to make my eyes roll back, rubbing my thighs together to draw it out while a moan of pure ecstasy left my lips.

I panted, lying there to recover when I realized that the light on my bedside table was on. My oversized T-shirt was soaked with sweat, but on my body nonetheless. Every body part trembled, but I had the strength to sit up and scan the room.

Where was that monster that had been following me around?

Did I even care while the sex-fog blurred my thoughts? I wanted a nap. If the monster was lurking nearby who even cared. I hope he enjoyed the show.

That’s when it hit me. I slapped my forehead with my hand.

Way to go, Sasha. Wet dreams about shadows now, really?

Worse. I fucking loved it.

I needed to get laid. When was the last time I even had sex? Last Christmas. Holy shit. It’d been almost a year since I fucked my own husband.

Maybe that affair shouldn’t have surprised me so much. It wasn’t like I’d been enthusiastic to touch him.

Then again, he never touched me like that.

Even on our best days, he couldn’t make me cum that hard. I didn’t even know that was possible.

I flopped onto my back, letting the air whoosh around me as I hit the pillow with a little satisfied sigh and closed my eyes.

“Sweet dreams, Dandelion.” A self-satisfied chuckle filled the air, like he knew exactly how hot and bothered I was.

The bed creaked as the dip beside me flattened out, like someone left my side. My breathing stalled, and I sat frozen in place.

Wait.

Was that a figment of my horny imagination?

Or did that really happen?

Chapter 11:

Isatupagainstthe headboard as the sun rose. I hadn’t been able to sleep after I realized that my dream might not have actually been one after all. I wasn’t sure what I was more scared of, what he could do or how I would respond.

So instead of resting, I spent the rest of the early hours watching the room for any sign that he was still with me. The sneaking suspicion that he never left made it impossible not to see him everywhere.

The phone rang. I glanced down to make sure it was a call I wanted to answer.Willow.

I climbed out of the bed as if she’d know what I did in it before I answered, putting her on speaker. If the monster was still here, he’d hear what she said anyway.