Primal Pursuit - Page 179

She strips, too, and my cock is fucking at full mast and dripping precum at the sight of her.

Will I ever get enough of those curves and sleek muscles, of her cunt and tits and the joy they hold? The depravity she lets me inflict on her? The games she wants just like me.

No. The answer is a resounding fucking no.

She wraps a hand around my cock, and I groan as she sinks to her knees. She licks up the blood on my stomach, and then she sucks me in and takes me deep. It’s a long, slow blowjob. Slobberingly wet. So perfect. I’m having trouble not fucking her head, not taking over, not cominghard down her sweet throat. I bite back the urge, let her do her thing.

She runs her tongue along my length then sucks hard on the head, making my balls contract. I’m biting my bottom lip as I watch her swallow me down, letting her teeth scrape on my shaft, just enough to make me jump and twitch in her mouth, just enough to make it almost unbearable in the exquisite pleasure.

“Darling Rabbit, you better let me come or I’ll fucking destroy you.”

She stops. Pulls off me. And then she snatches the knife from me. “I got carried away.”

“Is this a moment of truth, Rabbit?”

“Yes. I’m going to cut you. Mark you as mine. It only seems fair.”

“You’ve got a point. And a point.” I nod to the knife.

She stays on her knees and runs the knife low, over my pubic bone, and then she chooses the same side I did, so if we’re face to face it’ll be on opposite sides.

“How’s this gonna work?” I ask her. “You and me?”

“Scared?”

“To fucking death.” Those aren’t words that come naturally to me, but for her,withher, about her? Yeah. I’m scared. I’d rather she killed me then walked. Or turned and said she changed her mind. I don’t even fucking know why she wants me.

Except…except in my guts and bones I know we belong together. Our blood sings for one another.

But knowing and being aren’t always the same.

“How, Rabbit? How’s it gonna work?”

“I told you. I’m going to cut you.”

“Rabbit.”

She cuts into me. The sting, the fire, it’s magnificent.

It’s also an R.

Oh. Fuck me.

I think I cum a little. Oh, yeah, I do. Pleasure spreads through me as cum oozes from my cock, and she dips her head and laps that up. My perverted, perfect little rabbit.

“I don’t forgive you,” she says, carving in an A. Then a B. “It’s there. It’s shaping us. It’s not going away, the darkness of the past, the pain. But…” She carves in another B, and she licks up the blood. And starts on the I. “What I’m doing is starting over. Claiming you.”

She adds a T. But rabbit isn’t done.

Next comes an apostrophe. “My name. My property, Davian. It’s only fair.”

She adds an S.

RABBIT’S

“Maybe I’ll add a Poppy’s too.”

“Maybe I’ll even fucking let you.” I haul her up, take the knife, and let my gaze slide over her. “But first…”