Page 231 of The Devil We Crave
Jesus Christ.
I need this woman.
Right the fuck now.
Yelena whimpers, pushing back against me like we’ve now fully abandoned the fantasy. She moans, kicking her jeans down toher ankles and spreading her legs as much as she can as I yank open my belt and unzip my pants.
My cock doesn’t exactlylovefrigid New England December weather. But when I wrap a fist around him and slide my swollen head up and down her lips, he understands that he’ll be warm enough soon.
“Is this what you were looking for, little prey?” I growl into her ear, teasing her throat with the knife. “To getfuckedandused?”
Yelena gasps sharply, moaning as she pushes back, desperate for my cock. I have half a mind to deny her that, and to just keep teasing her.
But yeah.
Cold penis.
“Scream for me, baby.”
I ram every fat inch into her with one hard thrust. And scream she does, the sound so deliciously pulse-quickening that I groan and bite down on her throat as I keep myself inside her for a second.
Her pussy ripples around me, squeezing as her wetness drips down my balls. I bite her again, making her moan as I drag my cock out and then thrust back in, right to the hilt.
My blade dances over her jugular, keeping the adrenaline roaring through her body; heightening her senses, making her blood pound hotter, and making her pleasure so intense she’ll barely be able to stand it.
“Achilles!” She lets out an ecstatic whine, turning her head. Her green eyes glint so fucking beautifully in the snowy white night that I can’t remotely keep up the monstrous facade.
I kiss her hard, the knife still at her throat and my other hand pinning hers above her head against the bark. Our fingers lace, and her free hand reaches back to grab my hip, urging me on.
“Harder,” she begs. “More.”
All too happy to deliver that.
“Achilles,” she moans into my lips.
I fuckingfeaston her. I devour her, nibbling and biting every square inch of skin I can reach with my mouth as I ram into her, my hips and my abs smacking her ass, every brutal thrust rocking her up onto the balls of her feet.
I feel her pussy clamp down around me, her velvety walls squeezing and milking my cock before she screams her release into my lips.
“I'm coming!” my little prey cries out.
“Come with me,baby,” I rasp. “Come all over this big dick like my good girl.”
When she explodes around me, it's more than I can take after getting so worked up by the hunt. With a grunt, I bury myself inside her, my fingers digging into her flesh as I drag the tip of the knife up her throat, dumping more serotonin and adrenaline into her system just as her orgasm rolls right into another.
Yelena’s body wrenches and writhes against mine as I pin her to the tree and pump my cum deep inside her.
“Fuck,” she breathes raggedly into my mouth as she shivers against me, squeezing my dick with her pussy, wringing the last drops of cum from my balls. “How did you get so good at that? It’s like you know exactly…” She trails off, and a grin ghosts over her lips.
Well, that’s an easy answer to an easy question.
“Probably from stalking you,” I growl into her lips as I kiss her.
“Mustbe,” she giggles.
I slowly slide out and help her tug her jeans back up. I tuck my cock back in, away from the cold, then my brow furrows as my gaze lands on her throat.
Oops.
