Page 111 of Blood Code

To use him.

To abuse him.

Treat him the way so many men had treated me.

I didn’t care anymore.

I just fucking wanted.

But he didn’t seem to mind. He met my fire with a storm of his own.

If I was a wildfire, he was a hurricane, and we were going to destroy each other and everything around us.

My legs wrapped around his waist, and the velvet of my dress rolled up all the way to my hips.

Severin growled, deep in his chest, and walked me over to the desk, knocking papers, stationery items, and a lamp off.

We were all hands and temper and lust.

He ground his hard cock into my core, and I whimpered. It wasn’t enough. This wasn’t enough.

My hands curled around his belt, tugging at it and his pants. My every coherent thought dissolved into pure uncontained need.

I needed his cock filling me. I needed him to fuck me like an animal.

I shoved his boxers down and wrapped my fist around his cock, stroking him once, then again.

A low sound rumbled from his chest. His calloused hand closed around mine, moving it away as his other hand tore my lace thong in half.

All the while, our lips were still devouring each other.

He positioned his cock at my entrance and thrust into me. Hard. Unrelenting.

I moaned and bit his lip again, blood bursting against my tongue.

My fingernails dug into his ass as he pounded into me, his rhythm fast and unrelenting. Just as I needed it to be.

“Oh yes,” I screamed, my head falling back as he increased his pace.

As he moved faster, I braced my palms against the desk for support.

“Let me see more of my naughty girl.” His voice was sex and sin.

He pulled down my strapless dress and bra, freeing my breasts as they bounced with each thrust.

He palmed one and bit the other.

“Oh, fuck.” I leaned back on my elbows, letting him ravage me.

His hands drew my dress down even further, bunching all of the fabric at my waist as his hands stroked over the smooth skin beneath my breasts.

Smooth skin, because I no longer had his name scarred into my skin.

Because death had stolen everything from me.

My muscles tensed at his touch, and he released my nipple from between his teeth, stilling inside of me before he leaned back so he could catch my eyes.

“I’m okay.” I shook my head. “Please, don’t stop. Please.” My words were a breathy plea.