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The other tendrils swept over me, touching and possessing every inch of my body, ghost touches that only amplified the needy lust that was thrumming through me more intensely with each moment he tortured me.
At some point, as I lost myself to feeling the sharp sting of cold and the sinful touches. He’d bound my wrist and arms with more shadows, spreading me wide for him. I was helpless, forced to endure and survive my monster’s brand of primal lust.
My chest heaved with labored breaths, mind panicking at being bound, but I wasn’t truly afraid.
Monty might hurt me, but he also kept me safe.
Despite everything he said he was, everything I knew he was, Monty was mine.
I wanted to please him.
Then came the pain.
It was nothing like the little bursts of it he’d given me so far. It was visceral, cutting through the haze and refusing to let me ignore it.
The first was a slap to my clit, sharp and powerful, making me scream out. He never stopped fucking me. The incessant pounding rhythm beat in time with my heart, making it all-consuming.
The second was a shock of electricity. It zapped through the shadows, striking whenever he saw fit. The jolt was jarring each time, and he followed it by swirling a claw gently over my clit, successfully giving me pleasure to soothe away the pain until I realized I wanted more of it, more of both.
“More,” I begged, sobbing out the words. My body was oversensitive, and my brain was completely blank. Slick was coating my pussy, thighs, and likely the mattress underneath, filling the air with my scent. He knew I was loving it and I could hear his heaving breaths as he savored the scent.
My emotions were riding just under the surface like he was trying to break me, exposing me for everything I locked away and letting no part of me be out of his reach.
I’d underestimated him when he said he owned me. He clearly did.
“More of what, little human?” he asked with a smirk. “Ready to be fucked by a real demon, to be stretched and knotted until you can’t take anymore?”
“Yes,” I breathed out. “Take me.”
Listening to my pleas, he amped it up, each shock more intense. The shadow he fucked me with widened, stretching me more than any man had so far.
Then he added another, the two dueling, moving in and out of me in tandem while buzzing with energy.
My first orgasm was ripped out of me like he was demanding a sacrifice. My voice was hoarse and broken as I cried out against it.
Each wave that washed through me had my body shaking and hands tugging my unrelenting restraints.
He didn’t stop as I fought and writhed on the bed, one quickly turning to two as he doubled his efforts. I couldn’t tell what was pleasure and what was pain any longer, it all melded in my mind to one entity.
Again, with no warning, it was all gone, except my restraints. My body still pulsed with feeling, my pussy aching from the torture. My breath came out in short, shuddering gasps, body twitching with the aftershocks.
“I went easy on you this time, Harlow,” Monty mocked me as he leaned in closer.
My laughter pealed out, and I sounded crazed.
“Easy?”
He nodded once as if that much was obvious.
Monty stretched himself over me, pinning me to the mattress and settling his hips against mine as his mouth pressed to my lips. It was strange kissing him, his lips thin and icy, teeth sharp and grazing me.
Yet it was hot as hell, possessive, intense, and overwhelming like everything he did to me so far. He was proving that no matter who I held, who fucked me, that I’d never forget that he owned me.
As Monty pulled away, I tried to reach for him, longing to touch him back, but he simply tightened the shadowed restraints in response.
I noticed his chest puff out in pride that I’d needed more of him still. It was nice to know he was just as gone for me as I was him. Even if he hid it.
When he leaned back on his knees, he towered over me. My eyes raked over him hungrily, taking in every bulge of muscle and every inch of him I could see through the shadows.
