Page 33 of Monster's Bride

“I do say so,” I whisper, my eyes tracing her features.

As I lean in to press my lips to hers, I can sense her heartbeat racing to new speeds, and her stuttered breath makes my cock twitch. Her lips are small and her tongue is dainty, but after a moment of uncertainty, our mouths settle in to a rhythmic dance.

Like in the ballroom, she’s a quick learner.

It makes me curious what else I can throw at her.

I drop a hand to her waist and close the distance between us, the front of my pants pressing against the countless layers comprising the skirt of her dress. It’s not enough friction to feel good, more like the whisper of a touch that leaves me begging for more, but it leaves her gasping.

“What if we get caught?” she whispers against my lips and her eyes pop open for a second.

I’ll admit, I hadn’t planned on ripping her dress off and taking her in the hallway, but the idea is tempting.

It’s so tempting that my cock jumps again, straining against the material of my pants, begging for release.

“I doubt it,” I assure her. This is a lightly traveled hallway, and most of the castle inhabitants will be in bed by now. If there’s ever a time to get handsy in public, it’s now.

I pull her tighter to me as my lips lead hers in a slow dance, wondering stupidly why I didn’t take us straight to my room after the garden so I could tear our clothes off and bury myself repeatedly in her tight sex.

Oh right. I was pissed and then tried to be a gentleman.

What a waste of chivalry.

Her hands find my chest and slide down my torso, hovering just above the line of my pants and eliciting a moan from me. A few inches lower and she’d be caressing my stiff cock. If she saw how eager I was to have her, would she change her mind? Would she let me bend her over in the hallway and pound her into the plush rug?

What the hell is wrong with me?

After complaining about being stuck with a human bride and even concocting a truce to get me out of it, I can’t shake the swell of lust taking over. Forced marriage or not, my animalistic nature has me minimizing the distance between us. I want to feel her, to taste her. Despite my efforts to cling to my restraint, instinct is taking over and I’m failing miserably.

Fuck. I need the feel of something on my cock before I go insane. My hands grip her ass through the layers of fabric, but it’s not enough. I know it won’t be enough until every thread between us is stripped away and there’s nothing separating us.

This changes nothing.

No matter how much I’m going to enjoy taking her apart, it doesn’t change the fact that at the earliest opportunity, I’m sending her back to her kingdom. It doesn’t alter our truce. It won’t make me change my mind.

Without breaking our kiss, I reach for the skirt of her dress with both hands and rip the fabric easily from the bodice. She gasps, her hands diving to cover her exposed skin, but as the layers of tulle and lace fall to the floor, I lift her out of the discarded pile and pin her effortlessly to the wall.

“B-but my dress,” she stammers as her legs wrap instinctively around my waist.

I wave away her concern. “We’ll have new ones made. Better ones.”

My answer seems to do the trick because her eyes close a second later and she surrenders again to my kiss. With a rock of my hips, I press my restrained erection against her core, and a new sense of urgency wells inside me.

I slide my hand along her thigh, exploring her impossibly soft skin, and my fingers brush something hard. Chancing a glance, I spot a dagger sheathed in leather a few inches from her hip and smile approvingly.

“There is certainly more to you than meets the eye, isn’t there?” I unstrap the harness and toss it aside, the dagger landing with a thud next to the pile of lace.

“I’m full of surprises.”

Only a few layers of fabric prevent my weeping cock from slipping easily inside her, and I’m tempted to rip them out of the way next. They’re just clothes, after all. They can easily be replaced. My need to feel her riding me is greater than my need for modesty at the moment. If I have to walk back to my room completely naked, it’ll be worth it.

Holding her firmly in place with my hands around her thighs, I break our kiss and move my mouth to side of her neck. I glide my tongue from her collarbone to her jawline, reveling in the foreign taste, and the sigh of pleasure that escapes her lips sends another pump of blood straight to my throbbing erection.

I’m clinging hopelessly to my attempt to remain halfway decent in case someone comes strolling along unexpectedly, but the steady rock of my hips against her isn’t enough.

I need more.

“Do you trust me?” I ask breathlessly as I roll my hips again, the heat from her core sending vibrations down my cock to my balls.