Primal Pursuit - Page 180

I grab her arm, hold her still, and cut her, too. Because I need her blood and pain, and she needs my twisted. Needs my ownership like she needs air.

I run the knife down on her other hip, and she sucks air through her teeth. It’s a very small thing I carve. But it’s fair.

“What are you?—”

“We’ll get it tattooed, Rabbit.”

“It’s a heart. It’s a heart, isn’t it?”

I throw her on the bed and rip down the canopy, tearingit into shreds, and I use that to tie her wrists and then her ankles.

She’s spread out for me, bleeding. My blood’s on her, too. I suck hard on the wound, moaning against her skin as I taste her motherfucking soul. Then I dip lower and eat her out.

Fuck, she’s delicious—that mix of sweetness and salt, the heady aroma of arousal, and I can smell me, too. My cum on and inside her.

I bury my face between her legs.

Fuck. If she wanted to kill me now, what a way to go.

I take my time, licking up along her slit, dipping my tongue deep into her hot cunt and then up to her clit. I push four fingers into her because stretching her for my cock is always fun, and making her come hard is even better.

She’s pure wet velvet, and I thrust into her, curling my fingers, her hot slickness magic on my fingers as I rub on that spongy little knot inside her, the one that makes her writhe, that makes her push up into me, makes her pant. I fucking love it. I love listening to her cursing moans and cries that fall from her mouth and light the room up like a song.

She comes hard, howling out my name, and I rise up, plunging my aching, swollen cock into her.

I’m so turned on that I only pump into her a few times before I’m on the fucking edge of orgasm. And she comes again, the clenching squeeze of her orgasm setting me off, and I come inside her, pushing in deep, bucking and yelling and biting her throat.

She moans and says my name, her back arching off the bed, streaks of blood smeared over her stomach. I’m stillhard, and I keep fucking her, this time kissing her, claiming her mouth as she savages mine back.

“More. Give me more, you cunt.”

“Rabbit! Jesus.” I laugh and jab into her hard, then pull out, sliding my dick down and push into her ass. “You dirty, filthy, nasty thing. I live for your filth. Give me your all, push hard against me, let me in as deep as I can go.”

“Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.” She thrusts up, as much as her sweet, trussed up body can.

This position is perfect. We’re face to face, and I’m balls deep in her, and she’s moaning and writhing.

I go up on my haunches, pulling her up so I can watch as I hammer her ass. I slide my fingers into her cunt, watch them disappear and come back out as I finger fuck her. Christ. This is hot. It’s magma. I could spend a lifetime in her. With her.

I use my other hand to smear my blood and hers on my fingers and then I suck them. I do it again, only this time I push my fingers into her mouth, and she sucks hard, biting down, making those noises I love so much.

It’s filthy.

It’s depraved.

It’s us. Who we are.

I don’t tear my gaze away from her pussy and ass while I fuck both her holes.

“Davian,” she pants. “I’m going to come.”

I slip my thumb up to her clit, apply the pressure, and she detonates. She’s still clenching and pulsing, screaming my name when I blow inside her, creaming her cunt with my cum, her body taking every last drop.

I stay in her, untying her and easing us both down onthe bed where I start to kiss her. Soft, dreamy kisses. We roll over, and she pulls off me, only to slide down in my arms, her fingers playing with my new rabbit brand, and she kisses my chest, bites my nipples, and then she sighs.

“This room is fucked up,” I say. “I want to take you home and do this all over again. If you’ll come with me.”

“Try to get rid of me,” she says.