Page 34 of Monster’s Magic

I stifle a moan from the touch and every hair on my body stands on end. I bring my hands to his inner elbows and I tug him closer. His body pressing into my own, I reposition my arms around his waist, my fingers digging into his back.

Shayde pushes a knee between my bare legs and his thigh rubs against my panties, causing friction in places I wish his mouth or cock were. Before I realize what I’m doing, my hips take on a life of their own and begin grinding against his leg.

A dark chuckle leaves him and he whispers just next to my ear, “What are you doing to me, little one?”

There’s that name again.

Is it a pet name?

It doesn’t matter. I like it.

“You seem to have some sort of control of my body whenever you’re this close.” I can feel myself almost purr. “There’s no telling what might happen when you’re near.”

He grins and I feel his chest rumble softly with a laugh. Shayde’s hands find their way from my neck to my back, just at the fastening of my dress skirt. He unbuttons it and pulls the zipper down. My loosened garment slides down my legs and lands at my feet on the floor.

He brings his hand back around and my breath hitches as he slips his hand in between my panties and pussy. His fingers find their way to their destination in a single moment and he caresses my clit.

“Oh,” I gasp and widen my stance for him. “That feels… Gods, that feels good.”

“I’d love to take you here against the wall, little one,” he says in a soft growl, nibbling my ear lobe. “But we’ll save that for another day.” He plunges two fingers deep inside my sex and I fight to keep myself from screaming out his name.

“Shayde,” I hiss through my gritted my teeth.

“Tell me how much you like sneaking around,” he purrs as his breath touches every aspect of my body.

I feel his hands on my body, but it’s not just his hands. I sense everything about him; from the heat he radiates to the scent I’ve come to recognize. I’m falling desperately, completely, and inescapably in love with this dark elf monster. And I need him to claim me as his before I self-combust in an inferno of desire.

“I need you to fuck me.” My voice is husky, heavy and thick. “I need you inside me, Shayde. Now.”

He removes his fingers from inside me and I immediately miss the presence he had there, and need him back. I let out a small whimper and he smirks.

Shayde lifts my arms above my head, then pulls my top off, giving it a toss. Lowering my arms, he lifts a brow with a grin while he stares at my lacy bra covering my breasts.

“It snaps in the front.” I do not dare move to remove it myself. In the game of cat and mouse, I know I’m the prey and I long for this predator to pounce.

He lifts a single hand and with his index finger and thumb, he unclips the bra and opens it, letting my breasts free from the bra. With a gentle finger, he glides the straps down my arms and lets the garment join the rest of my clothes on the floor. I’m left in just my panties and have never felt sexier.

As a curvy woman, many times I’ve been in my own head with how I look in and out of clothes, but with Shayde, that’s never been an issue. The man stares at me as if he’s been starved his entire life and I’m the meal placed before him.

“I need you,” he growls. “Fucking hell, woman, I need you more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. I need you like I need air to breathe.”

I melt with his words. This beast of a man has claims of ownership over my heart and soul and has no idea how much he has ruined me for anyone else.

And that’s just it; I don’t want anyone else. I only want Shayde in my life.

He bends down and with both hands, grabs the back of my legs then lifts me against his body. I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me to his bed.

We fall atop the mattress together and his lips are immediately on mine. He presses his erection against my pussy and I gasp, needing him still.

“Shayde, please,” I beg.

“I plan to devour every inch of you,” he mumbles against my lips.

I arch my back as he massages my breast and grinds his delicious body against mine. He feathers his lips down my neck to my collarbone and presses my breasts together. He sucks and flicks each nipple with his tongue, then reaches between us and presses his fingers against my clit. The fabric of my panties causes extra friction with the circling of his fingertips over my most sensitive of places.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

I can only give him a gasp as my body responds to his touch. His fingers, Gods, those fingers will be the death of me.