Page 32 of Bloodstained Chrome

Feral.

Absolute primal need.

My lion rips through me, and though I’m fighting to keep him under wraps, I’m losing the fight.

I need to feel Sibley submit to me more than I need to breathe. The intensity of the feeling scares me. Truly, I fear I might hurt her, but with every growl and squeeze, she doesn’t push me away. She gives me just as much.

It’s as if she were made for me. Perfect for me in every way.

I feel my claws lengthen through my fingers, as if I’m caught halfway between shifting. Tufts of fur sprout along my body, but I’m still human enough to use my limbs.

My claws scratch through her clothing, and seconds after she tells me she wants me to claim her, I’ve got her clothing in a destroyed pile on the floor.

“Primal.” Sibley moans as she keeps kissing me, letting me back her toward the room. It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to drop her right there on the ground and take her like the savage I am.

It’s only because I want to give her some comfort that I hold myself back from doing just that.

I scoop her up into my arms and carry her out of the kitchen and down the hall to her bedroom. It takes too long to get to the bedroom.

Inside, I stride across the room and dump her on the bed, barely containing the feral urges coursing through me.

“Easy. Be easy with me.” Her whispers barely registers, but they do.

Coming over her, I find her lips and nearly lose my mind as she moans.

She wants me to go easy on her, but she’s making these noises. The whimpering is causing my lion to take over completely.

I know I should take the time to make sure she’s ready for me, but I can’t slow down, no matter how much I try.

“Sibley, I’m sorry. I’m fucking sorry.” I’m apologizing before I even have a chance to do anything to her. I don’t know how much I’ll be able to hold back. I’m already on the verge of losing myself, and she’s barely touched me.

“Don’t apologize. I want it all,” she whispers as I press my forehead to hers and let out a ragged breath.

I pull away and rip off my clothes as I’d done with hers in the kitchen, all while staring down at her.

The entire Earth could be on fire at this very moment, and it wouldn’t matter to me. All that matters is that I have Sibley.

No one is going to rip her away from me. Not some obsessed asshole. No other duties. Nothing matters but her.

I fall on top of her, kissing and touching every spot on her I can reach. When I feel my kisses aren’t making her moan loudly enough, I bite down hard. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark.

Sibley answers me exactly as I need her to. She moans loudly and squeezes me tight against her body.

I’ve never been harder than I am now.

I want to mark every last inch of this woman’s body, but I don’t want to waste any more time before I can take her.

Breathing hard, I reach down between us and feel both my own intense arousal and how wet she is. I was worried she wouldn’t be ready for me. It seems I didn’t need to. She’s just as needy for me as I am for her.

“Hold on to me. This is going to be rough.” I do my best to warn her, but when I look into her eyes, I don’t see a woman who is up for the challenge. In fact, she looks a little scared. “I’m right here with you.” I don’t know what is causing her hesitation. “Do you want me to stop?” With everything in me, I will her not to say yes. Still, I know that if she does, I will.

I can’t force her to take me. Never. No matter how badly I need this. I’ll run away as a tortured, desperate man rather than force her to take me.

“No, don’t stop. I’m ready. I’m ready.” She repeats herself over and over before she lets her eyes close, waiting for me to continue.

It’s not the extreme enthusiasm I expect from her, but I do as she asks. I don’t stop.

I grab hold of myself and press only the tip against her opening. The heat from her nearly scorches my skin. I need to go deeper, need to feel her wrapped around me.