All Chapters of Monster Can Love Too: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The light went out with a crackle, plunging the hallway into dark. Rain thudded against the windows, a constant low growl beneath the sound of their breaths. Noa could still feel Alessio’s heartbeat against his chest wild, uneven, fevered like a war drum under skin that hadn’t cooled since the chase.“Kitchen,” Alessio whispered against his ear. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a threat dressed as a promise, a vow laced with heat and hunger.Noa’s legs were still trembling from the doorway, muscles were frozen from tension and the ghost of Alessio’s hands. His throat worked, dry despite the storm around them. “You can barely stand.”“I can still carry you.”His voice was a low rasp, dragging down Noa’s spine like claws. Fingers found his wrist, tugging him forward through the dark hallway that seemed to breathe with them. The house creaked under their weight, a storm-worn skeleton holding its secrets behind paper-thin walls.The kitchen smelled like old wood, damp metal, and the faint g

The steam curled in lazy tendrils, wrapping around their slick skin like a soft curtain trying to keep their secrets hidden. The air was thick and wet, heavy with the smell of soap and the sound of running water. Alessio’s hand was still on Noa’s thigh, warm and steady, his thumb brushing slow circles against the damp skin. His breath, hot and heavy, brushed the corner of Noa’s mouth like a whisper that wanted to turn into a kiss.The door hadn’t closed.It stayed half open, letting a rush of cooler air sneak in and bite at their wet backs. That draft made Noa’s skin pebble with goosebumps, but it wasn’t only the cold. A figure leaned against the doorway, the hall light behind him turning his shape into a sharp shadow.“Really?” the intruder said, his voice rough and low, carrying a kind of tight anger that didn’t need to shout. “In the shower?”Noa’s spine stiffened like a string being pulled too tight. His fingers twitched at his sides. Alessio didn’t move, didn’t even blink. His ha

Darkness swallowed the steam.It wasn’t a clean darkness, it was heavy, living, a curtain that moved when they breathed. The kind that clung to the skin and turned every drop of water into something deliberate. It pressed in on Noa like a wet palm, muffling sound, bending space, making the tiled walls feel closer than they were.No sound but water dripping. Slow. Uneven. A broken metronome keeping time with his pulse.No shape but the outline of bodies moving closer.“Noa?” Julian’s voice, low, somewhere to the left. A whisper, hoarse, wrapped in heat.“Noa.” Alessio, rough, right against his ear. His voice cut through like a blade dragged across silk.Two voices. One heartbeat hit him.“Where” Noa started, but fingers found his wrist. A grip firm, certain. And then another hand, different grip, same need, catching his other arm like a mirrored echo. He couldn’t tell who held him first. The blackout had turned them all into silhouettes and breath.The air reeked of soap and skin. Of

The air snapped. Not with a bang no, it was quieter than that. Quieter, sharper, like a string pulled too tight suddenly catching on itself. That sound you don’t really hear with your ears but with your skin. That shift that makes the hairs on the back of your neck rise before your mind even catches up. Water still hissed, pouring down in sheets that no longer felt like just water. It hit their skin like a hundred thousand tiny pins, and each one stung. The steam clung thicker now, a second skin, slicking everything, wrapping them in something that wasn’t just heat anymore it was heavy, aware. It curled into the corners, dripped down the tiles, slid down their bodies like fingers that didn’t belong to any of them. It filled the space like a living thing that had learned how to breathe. Noa’s breath came in broken little gasps jagged, uneven that couldn’t decide if they were moans or warnings. His throat hurt from trying to keep it quiet and failing. The sound bounced off the tiles a

The crack ran down the mirror like a scar that wouldn’t heal. Noa stared at it. Or tried to. His reflection stared back in broken pieces, a mouth parted, eyes too wide, chest still rising like the room hadn’t let go of him. The steam made the edges ripple, blur. One wrong breath and it looked like the crack might split the whole thing in half. The air smelled like heat and something harsher sweat, water, a taste of metal that wasn’t blood but felt close. His fingers twitched against the tiles, nails scraping faintly, leaving no mark but sounding too loud in the hush. Damien still had his hand on Noa’s waist. Tight. Possessive. Like that mirror was a threat he couldn’t punch. The press of his palm was heavy, the heel of his hand digging into the spot just above his hipbone, a little too close to pain. His thumb flexed, slow circles that weren’t comfort. They were claim. Julian leaned against the tiles, breath heavy, jaw tight, a muscle twitching there like a trap about to spring. Wa