Page 50 of Bewitching Her Monsters
Let Jade forgive me for my secrets.
Please, let us move beyond our differences.
And if she accepts me, give me the strength to keep my beast at bay so I can bond with her how she deserves—with my complete mind, heart, and body.
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POSSESSED
JADE
Plastered over Arran on the couch, I can feel by the enormous bulge in his pants that he enjoyed snacking on my pussy very much.
It’s sweet that he wants to take things slow, but my author’s mind is now imagining what terrible event happened in his past to make him want to take it slow.
Guys usually like to take it fast.
Hell, most people don’t take things slow.
Unless someone has hurt them badly enough to make them cautious.
Speaking of which, I should be cautious and slow things down too. I know better than to fall so fast.
My pussy got away from me.
I breathe in Arran’s cozy scent of lightning storms and sage. It reminds me of his dog, Beast, since he has the same earthy scent.
Arran hums happily as I run my hands up his sides. Under his silky skin, I feel muscles that flex with my touch.
My hand drifts up to his hair, and I tangle my fingers through his dark locks.
He moans and then sighs contentedly.
This is actually nice. I forgot how much I enjoyed snuggling. Rob wasn’t much of a snuggler or one at all, really.
I still wonder why I was with him and for as long as I was. Objectively. Rob is handsome, but otherwise, he doesn’t have many redeeming qualities—physically or emotionally… or at least none that I found particularly attractive.
Maybe I was just lonely enough to put up with his shit. I wouldn’t be the first person in the world to stick around a jerk because I was more tired of being alone.
Arran’s strong arms cinch around my body. He pulls me tightly against him as if he can sense the dark road my mind is traveling down, and he wishes to protect me from the memory of my ex.
I tuck my head under Arran’s chin, and his naked flesh warms my skin. I feel more protected and cherished by this stranger than I have in my entire life.
I have no idea why.
Maybe it’s the whole bodyguard vibes he gives off.
Could this be the beginning of something real? Could he really like me? Could I really want to be with someone again?
He’s been funny, intelligent, and protective. He ticks all my boxes for a partner.
And some boxes he checks twice… such as his gorgeous physique, personality, and talented tongue.
He makes me feel good—not just attractive or desired, but in my heart, as though I’m at peace. I can’t remember when a man elicited that feeling from me.
But am I someone he sees a future with?
It’s not like younger guys don’t date older women. I never expected it to happen to me, not when he looks like a cover model for a fitness magazine.
