Page 27 of Behold Her


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“We will?” I squirm at the idea, inadvertently grinding against him and making us both gasp. “Some of them are very impractical. Way too much effort for you to set up,” I add with a soft laugh.

“You’re worth it.” His palm slides up to grasp my breast, wringing a very undignified moan from me when he pinches my nipple.

“This is crazy,” I whisper, arching myself into his touch.

“This? No, when I corner you in an alley and fuck your ass against a brick wall where anyone could see,thatwill be crazy.” He slides his other hand between my legs and sucks in a breath through his teeth when he feels how wet I am. “Shit, you reallydowant that.” He sounds amazed, but judging by how his cock is leaking pre-cum against my ass, he wants it, too.

“Yes.” I spread my legs in a silent request and he presses his cock to my entrance. “We’ll have to practice ahead of time, though. I’ve never done that.”

He tightens his grip on my breast and slides his cock further back, teasing the small hole with the tip. “No one’s ever fucked you here?”

“N-no! I, uh, I haven’t exactly been adventurous in bed.”

“I’m happy to take you on as many adventures as you want.” He nips at my throat and moves his cock back to ease it into my pussy.

“Like a dungeon master?” I internally yell at myself for the unsexy comment, then make it worse by snorting in amusement.

Max laughs and pulls his hips back. “Yes, exactly.” He thrusts again, working inside me at an unhurried pace. “Both kinds, if you want.”

My laughter joins his, melting into moans of pleasure as he increases his pace. Before long, I’m gasping out his name as I come in long, languorous waves. Max joins me, pressing his lips to my throat as he comes with a rough groan.

We eventually get out of bed, only making it into the kitchen before he has me up on the counter, legs spread around his face as he eats me instead of the breakfast I’d offered to cook him.

The sex-crazed bubble we’re in bursts when Max gets a text from his client asking for an update. He reluctantly heads out not long after, leaving me with a lingering kiss. I do my best to pretend that the last twelve hours haven’t utterly reshaped my world, but that doesn’t stop the pang of sadness I feel as I watch him drive away.

Oh well, it’s not like he can just stay here all weekend. He has a job. More important things to do than screw around with me. As soon as he’s gone, the last reserves of my energy drain and I realize how much of a mess I am as I go to take a shower. Dark circles of smudged mascara ring my eyes, my hair is a tangled bird’s nest, and,oh god—I was so wrapped up in things that I didn’t remember the giant bush I’m rocking after three years of celibacy. Thinking about how much his face was between my legs is mortifying. I’m not a shaved bare kind of girl, but it’s a jungle down there. I’m surprised he didn’t get a hair in his throat.

After digging around in my cabinet for a new razor head, I say a silent prayer for my back before I spend the next hour bent over deforesting. One foot in the shower, my phone dings.

Max: I know I should give you some space, but would you like to get dinner tonight? For a date, not a hookup. If I’m ravishing you for the foreseeable future, I’d love to know more about you.

I hold off until after my shower to reply, worried about looking like I was waiting around for him to text me.

Mona: Yes, I’d like that.

He replies almost instantly.

Max: Wonderful. I’ll pick you up at 7?

Mona: Sounds good! I look forward to it.

Max: Me too.

I set my phone down as a stupid grin creeps onto my face. Now I just have to figure out what the hell to wear on a first date with the man who’s promised to fulfill all my stalker sex fantasies.

18

When I get home from Mona’s place, I sit on my couch staring at the blank walls for a long while, trying to process what happened. I should feel angry with myself for giving in to my succubus side, but mostly I’m in shock. In all my years of attempting to navigate dating and sex as a monster, I never imagined someone would crave the same dark things I do. The things I never let myself admit that I wanted.

But now…Mona wants those same things. Hearing her admit she wanted everything we’ve shared in dreams made something inside me finally click into place. Why shouldn’t I give us what we both need? Shoving down any hint of my succubus nature in favor of being “normal” obviously hasn’t worked. Maybe I don’t need to fight my desires. Maybe Mona could be someone to share my true self with—darkness and all.

With that exhilarating thought, I ask Mona to dinner. When she agrees, I come down from the high of our night together as I realize I have to plan a date. Where the hell do I take the woman I called a filthy whore the first night we were together? My face heats at the memory of the things that fell from my mouth. Better make it somewhere nice.

For the first time since moving to Moonvale, I regret not taking more time to explore the town. Or make any friends. Because figuring out where to take Mona for dinner proves more difficult than expected. Is this fancy restaurant good or is it overpriced and stuffy? Will the atmosphere at this cute bistro be too casual? I’ve spent the last hour scrolling through online reviews and still can’t decide. Normally, I’d just pick something that sounded okay, but I want everything to be perfect, given how imperfectly things have unfolded with Mona up to this point.

I consider asking her where she likes to eat, but I don’t want her to think I’m pushing the effort of date planning off on her. She seems like a woman who is sick of making all the decisions. Her fantasies certainly show her desire to give up control. So I’m stuck deciding on my own—restaurant reviewers, please don’t fail me.

After another fifteen minutes of deliberation, I settle on the fancy restaurant. I need this second chance to make a good impression count. Mona deserves the best Moonvale has to offer. Plus, the thought of seeing her in a nice dress makes my stomach do a little flip of excitement. I’m reassured in my decision when the restaurant has a table available for us tonight because someone canceled their reservation right before I called.

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