Excerpt 1: Steamy Scene
“Mine,” she roared.
Whatever strength was within her from long ago, took hold at the very moment her body was about to go over the edge. Flipping him over and slamming him to the bed, the power he had given her took lead. With her monster taking over, she held his arms to the bed, her lip snarling from lust.
Fox didn’t seem to mind when she growled at him again as if about to go on the attack. He just laid back and let her freely take control. When she finally let loose, there was a brief instance he saw his life flash before him, and that oh-shit feeling of clear and present danger was a little too real. Before then he had almost all but forgotten she was a monster, but now he knew for sure.
Reaching for his member lingering between her legs, she snarled. “Whose cock is this?”
“Y-yours,” he stammered out.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, pretty boy. I want you to come inside me and own this pussy. You want to play with a monster. Well, let’s play.”
When finding her eyes changed at the hint of the newfound monster’s rage, Fox suddenly got a bit scared. He’d never seen this with the vampire woman, but Gigi was a whole other breed.
When she grabbed his face, purring against his cheek, a dark side of her seemed almost to take over. With a slow deliberate lick up his jawline, she felt him shiver beneath her, giving her more thrill than she’d ever felt before. It was empowering, exciting, and even thoroughly erotic.
“Don’t be afraid, little pet. I always wanted a little bitch of my own. Who’s my good little bitch?”
“Gigi, I think you need to slow down,” he begged, his voice shaking.
He hadn’t been afraid of monsters since he was a young boy, hiding from the dark shadows under his bed. Yet here he was, frozen in fear of a woman he loved. Some part of him was not only terrified, but immensely turned on by her innate ability to overpower him. It was then he started to understand the allure of monster fetishes.
“Are you scared, human? Don’t deny it. I know you are. A monster can smell a man’s fear,” she hissed, as she slid down onto his thick girth. “You feel so good inside me. Such a good boy.”
Rolling her hips to keep his arousal, she was loving every moment. It was a brief peck of her cherry lips to his own that showed Fox all he needed to know. She was in control, but she wanted to play. Like a feral beast set free, she was enjoying this newfound sexual freedom. Despite that bit of fear that he harbored; he’d let her have the freedom she craved.
“Do you want to play with your prey, Mistress Georgina? Can I be your little pet?”
Leaning against his cheek, she smiled devilishly, humming in his ear, “What’s your safe word?”
“Red flag?”
“Mmm. Just like a good little racer.” Biting his lip, she rocked her hips again before she said, “And green… means go.”
“Green.”
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