Page 38 of Kat Bethel

That was enough, if only for a moment.

“That’s it.” His ragged voice made every nerve in my body shake. His fingers dipped lower, plunging inside me.

The overwhelming touch snapped my eyes open. It was too much and not enough all at once. My body wouldn’t listen to my commands anymore. “Too much.”

In the mirror, he still held the shape of a man, but underneath the black shadow, there were lines of white flashing beneath the surface. Like bone or a manifestation of his soul. It highlighted that he had no eyes or mouth and sent unease down my spine.

It also made my pussy clench around his fingers and a filthy moan pour from my lips.

“There’s no such thing as too much.” He chuckled darkly, making the lights flicker.

What are you letting a monster do to you?

There was absolutely a thing as too much, but when I tried to pop off that witty retort all that came out were moans.

I grabbed where his hips were, trying to uselessly pull him forward. I adjusted my hips, trying to get his cock instead of his fingers.

I needed the weird obsession he had. No matter what the cost was later.

“Please,” I begged shamelessly. “More.”

“I thought it was already too much.” He didn’t even have a mouth and I could feel his smirk.

I slapped the air where his face was, annoyed that I couldn’t get my point across.Fucker.

This was what he wanted wasn’t it? To have me falling to pieces, begging for him.

I flew through the air. Before I could even make sense of what happened, I bounced on my stomach across the bed.

He was between my thighs in a second.

Yes!

My hips thrust back against him. This time he was quick to put his body against me. His cock wedged between my ass cheeks. Something about it wasn’t quite right, but from the position it was hard and cylindrical, that was all that really mattered.

When I looked over my shoulder, his shape crawled like he was barely holding his facade together. That he was something close to a man, when we both knew he wasn’t.

“Beautiful Dandelion.” His words were gentle, even as his hand pressed my face into the pillows. I didn’t bother fighting. I wanted to pretend he was human, too.

His breathing stuttered as something slithered inside of me. It was foreign and strange, but once it tapped my G-spot I was beyond caring. I was too busy seeing stars fill my eyes. More and more of him filled me, until I was sure I’d explode.

Surely, he’d give me everything he could.

Something else rubbed over my clit as his cock moved in and out of me. His bruising grip held my hips in place while he pistoned faster.

The pillows muffled my shameful cries of pleasure. “Fuck, yes.”

My mind grew fuzzy, like I was drunk.Why did I ever want to kill him?

Sharp pain dragged across the back of my neck, but the pleasure soaked up the pain, until I was screaming my peak. Even my hair clenched as I rode through the most soul shattering pleasure of my life.

His hand on my hips tightened harder, as if someone might take me away from him.

As the aftershocks rocked through me, I entertained the idea that I was his forever. The fact I could never escape his grasp and nothing was strong enough to overpower him made my body quiver uncontrollably.

Was I really considering this?

My eyes dropped heavily. Had I ever been this satisfied before?