Friends with the Monsters (Friends with the Monsters, #1)

by Albany Walker

“I want to know what you feel like inside me, what you sound like when you come,” I tell him with all honesty.

“I think I was made to fuck you.” Heat flashes in Grim’s eyes

Grim grabs my wrist and glides it down his body. He sucks in a breath as my palm brushes over his nipple,

We move my hand lower

I gasp when I feel the little indent next to his hip. Grim slides his tongue, still tangling with mine, deeper into my mouth, and makes a masculine sound of need.

With a quick, jerky movement, Grim places my hand on his cock.

I curl my fingers around his dick, and his knees bend slightly as he tips his head back on his shoulders. “Made for you,” he murmurs,

While Grim’s chest is bare, he has a thin line of dark hair leading from his belly button down to his thick cock.

“Damn, I think you’re right. How can you have such a pretty dick?”

I lower myself to my knees, kissing my way down his belly as I do. Grim’s breaths are coming in short, heavy pants. I look up to find him staring down at me,

taking him into the warm, wet heat of my mouth.

but giving Grim head is fucking magical. He smells like clean soap and tastes refreshing, like a cool glass of water on a hot day.

Grim’s knees soften, and his thighs begin to tremble a little.

“Oh stars,” he groans, while threading the fingers of his left hand into my hair. I’m not expecting the gentle way he cradles the side of my...

“This changes nothing,” I warn the both of us.

“Fuck you,” he growls. “It changes everything.”

my back hits the softness of my bed.

Grim ov...

I lift my knees to cradle Grim between my thighs.

I reach lower and grab hold of his ass. Grim hisses as I push him harder against me.

“Let me in, Damiana,” he purrs into my ear.

“I want inside you so fucking bad, my body aches.”

Oh lord, don’t tell me that Grim, my stoic gentleman, is a filthy talker. I don’t think I’ve even heard him curse before the last ten minutes.

“I want to know what you taste like when you scream, when you quiver. I want to know what you will smell like after I come inside you, watch your eyes when I’m buried deep. Will I be able to touch your soul again when you come for me?”

“I will not just be fucking you, Damiana,” Grim whispers into my ear, and bites the bottom of my earlobe.

“I’m going to worship you, and if you’re a good girl…”

“I’ll let you have my soul.”

“Because it’s already yours.”

I have no idea what he meant, but if he’s offering his soul, I’ll take it and hoard that shit like a dragon with treasure. I won’t ever let him leave me. I shake that thought away, scared that it even came from me.

his lips pull back in a snarl before he snaps his head forward and bites my nipple.

“I can smell you.” He buries his nose right above my fabric-clad pussy. His shoulders and chest swell with the deep inhale he drags into his lungs.

A slight burn tells me he’s probably leaving the evidence of his excitement on my skin. Something inside me purrs with the thought of him leaving his mark on me.

Grim lifts himself off me and kneels between my legs. His eyes are locked on my body, furiously searching every inch of my exposed flesh.

“I want to do things to you.” Grim bites his bottom lip

“I want to bite you right here.” Grim gently strokes his fingers over the flare of my hip, while his lips peel back off of his teeth. “And here.” His fingers dance to my inner thigh as he pulls my pants the rest of the way off.

“I want every inch of my body to cover yours. I want you under me, around me. I want to be inside you so deeply, you won’t know where you end and I begin.”

“Wait a minute: you’re asking like you don’t have any personal experience.”

“Someone has hurt you?” Grim’s eyes narrow as an eruption of fire dances in his gaze.

“Later, you can tell me their names and I will rip their souls from their bodies.” Grim relaxes his grip on my leg. “You say the sweetest things.” I trace my finger down his nose.

“I’m going to taste you now,”

“Oh stars, you’re so soft.”

I tighten my hold in his hair and push him harder against me.

I’m about two seconds from flipping him over and sitting on his face.

“You want my tongue here?” Grim opens me up with two fingers and blows a cool breath of air against my c...

“How will I know when you come? Are you going to tell me?” he purrs.

He slips his tongue inside me and laps at me like he’s eating the best ice cream he’s ever had, and my clitoris is a sweet morsel of chocolate that he’s trying to melt with the heat of his mouth alone.

“Mine.”

“Did I hurt you?” Grim prowls up my body, pushing my legs to the side to accommodate his hips.

“How about this time, you give me that pretty cock.” I slide my hand between our bodies and wrap my fingers around him.

“I’m keeping you,” he whispers, and places the sweetest little kiss on the tip of my nose.