A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor (Tempting Monsters 1) - Page 28

Tears streamed down my cheeks,sweat dewing around my hair, over my now bare chest, rolling slowly from my back to the table. I could see the sun high in the sky at the tops of the windows, but my thoughts were pulled too thin to measure the time that had passed.

My cunt was weeping, sucking on nothing, throbbing and so close to orgasm, I wondered if Amon didn't have some other kind of magic to keep from pushing me over the edge.

"Please," I mouthed, my gaze flying around the room, unable to focus. "Please, Amon."

The words were useless. I'd repeated them so many times, my lips were chapped. Amon's fingers trailed up and down the center of my chest. He hadn't touched my pussy in ages, but every single touch made me grow wet, clench, as if he'd never stopped petting and licking me there.

The dress was gone, my skin too tortured from the beading that it'd stopped feeling pleasurable and only abrasive. Even the table beneath was overwhelming, my skin sticky with sweat.

Amon hummed, dark hair brushing over my collarbone and the tip of his tail running up the inside of one leg. Warm lips wrapped around a bruised nipple, and I let out a high cry, body arching as much as it was able, fastened to the table now by my ankles, my wrists bound by a chain beneath the surface. Amon sucked on my breast, one fingernail circling gently around the other, and my body shook.

At last, finally! My cunt was fluttering and—

"No!" I screamed as Amon pulled away again, heavy sobs breaking loose.

"Shhh, my star, shhh."

"Please, please, please, I can't—" The words choked, my head shaking, tears dripping to the table. I'd said the refrain too many times already to think it'd make a difference.

But I'd never said Booker's name once, even when it was at the tip of my tongue.

"You're right, sweet girl. You're right. Enough now," Amon murmured, one hand brushing briefly over my thigh.

I didn't comprehend the words at first. It wasn't until there was warm skin caressing my trembling thighs, that I caught my breath and realized what Amon had said.

"You've done beautifully, Esther. Are you mine? My star?"

"Yesss," I hissed, trying to push myself closer, lifting my head on a weak neck to gaze at Amon. He'd stripped himself of his shirt earlier, rubbing himself on top of me as I'd thrashed and pulled at the chains that held me.

"I will be yours too, here in this house," Amon growled out.

"The—the others—" I started. I was strung out, unsure if I still wanted to be fucked or just tossed into an icy bath, but I heard the unspoken demand in Amon's words.

He growled, cutting me off with the soft press of a blunt cock at my entrance. My words evaporated in one desperate gasp, and then he was pushing in. I came with the briefest brush against my clit, my shout desperate and relieved, pained and pleasured all at once. I was swollen from being toyed with so long, fingered and licked and then ignored as I ached, and Amon seemed especially full inside of me.

There was a soft tinkling of metal, and the tension in my arms vanished, then at my legs too. I was still coming on Amon's cock as he rocked into me, but the relief offered new strength, and Amon laughed as I scrambled up, pushing myself closer, wrapping my legs around his hips.

"Yes, Esther, you're forgiven now. Take what you want," Amon said, his voice finally ragged with his own desire.

I wrapped weak arms around Amon's shoulder, his own circling around my waist until my sticky chest was pressed to his. He was too hot, too hard against me, but I needed the rhythm of his body on top of mine too much to release him. The table creaked beneath me as Amon fucked me roughly, my own body straining to join him.

"Oh, Christ!" I shouted as something thick and hard struck against my inner walls with the next retreat of Amon's cock. I leaned back and watched him pull out, staring at his dark cock, the base surrounded by black curls. He drew back, and before he was fully out, I felt again, something catching roughly inside of me, like three fingers catching me from inside. I whined at the sensation, not painful but… "Oh! Amon, what—"

"My hook. To hold us together," Amon gasped. "They are unique amongst my kind."

I let out a little scream, eyes squeezing shut as it caught me again. Amon hitched me closer around his hips, and with the next withdrawal, it hit a new place inside that made lightning strike inside of me.

I came again with a great cry of Amon's name, the pleasure so intense, I tried to tear myself away. But his cock held us together, and Amon began to fuck me with an intentional angle to his thrusts, forcing his hook to hit the same mark over and over again.

"I would not let you come, and now I won't let you stop," Amon rasped, staring down at me, dark wings flaring above him, their sudden flex through the air adding to his momentum. "I will teach your body about this pleasure it supposedly craves so much."

"Please," I moaned, my limbs shaking, losing their strength as another wave slammed inside of me, leaving me limp. I wasn't sure whether I wanted Amon to release me or to continue.

He held me tighter, lifting me from the table and carrying me to the windows, throwing them open and setting me on the ledge, my moans and cries echoing out to the water. Cool air rushed over my skin, soothing the fever Amon had worked up in me, pebbling my nipples and drawing out sensitive goosebumps.

Amon's mouth latched to mine, swallowing my voice as he continued to drive me over and over, tumbling me deeper into a swirl of ecstatic insanity until I was sure there would be nothing that could draw me out again, my heart pounding in time with the strokes of our bodies in their union.

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The water wastart on my tongue, and I coughed a little at first, Amon's hand stroking my cheek and pushing back my hair. With the next sip he offered from the glass, I swallowed deeply. Lemon and something else, something clean and refreshing in the water. I sucked in a gasp and then raised a shaking hand to hold the glass. The water hit my empty stomach and made it growl and cramp in response.

There was a fog in my head, but it was clearing slowly. I was slouched in the window seat, a thin blanket draped over my lap, and Amon was at my side, facing me. He had on his loose pants but nothing else, and didn't seem remotely bothered by the cool air still rushing in from the window. His tail was coiled around one of my ankles, just resting there possessively, but his wings were missing again.

"I should've fed you first," Amon said with a slight grimace. "I was too impatient."

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