Page 137 of Primal Pursuit

“You don’t have it in you, Rabbit. You can’t kill me.” I fuck her for a minute, enjoying her tight, hot cunt, the scent of fear in the air and I bury myself, balls deep, and press a little more. Then I just fuck into her, drawing out, pushing in, and I say, while I do it, “But I can kill you. And I can do it while I fuck you. That’s the difference between you and me. I’ll end your fucking life while getting off and I’ll come inside you.” I thrust into her so hard she shifts upward.

Oh, fuck me, does she feel sublime.

“And when I’m done with this fine body of yours, I’ll walk away and never think of you again.”

It’s a lie.

I would think about her all the time. All. The fucking. Time. Because I’ve never in my life had sex this perverted, this good with anyone. But the point is, if I had to, I’d fucking kill her.

I think.

Maybe.

Fuck.

I slide out and back into her, loving how her walls squeeze me while her hate beams from her eyes.

“Then do it,” she snaps. Her big, blue irises are full of the same lust and loathing that’s in me. Because I don’t think I can fucking kill her. I talk a big game, but the idea of taking her life, stealing her breath, it doesn’t sit well with me. It creates this ache in my chest that I don’t like. Not even a little.

“Maybe I will,” I bluff, my cock swelling inside her. So, I keep fucking her, slamming into her as she lifts her hips and winds her legs around me. We start going at each other like savages, raw and uncontrolled, yet I’m hyperaware of the knife I’m still holding against her throat. It’s dangerous, but I’m addicted to the thrill of it.

I kiss her hard, biting down on her lip and drawing blood. Mixed within the metallic tang, I taste the bitterness, the darkness of her soul wrapped in a sweetness I want all to myself. I could drain her and still want more of her.

I lift my head and grab her hair, throw the knife, and pull out, only to push my cock into her asshole. I fuck her, facing her, taking her ass, and there’s blood on her mouth, probably on mine, and I’m so fucking on fire I could come right now.

But holding back is the name of the game, and her ass is a magic place that’s so fucking tight, so elastic that not coming is torture.

“Do it, asshole,” she grits out breathlessly, scratching at my back.

I grin. She’s close to coming. I can feel it in the fluttersthrough the wall of her ass. Her cunt’s hungry. She wants to detonate.

I’m rubbing her clit with my pelvis, so I shift up, with a hand around her throat, closing off air, keeping up at an angle which lets me get so fucking deep.

Slamming into her, I rotate my hips and then start deep, rhythmic thrusts, balls slapping against her sweet ass. Her body’s so tight I’m being squeezed for cum, and she starts making those pre-orgasm moans she always does just before she comes.

“Not yet, Rabbit,” I growl. “Not fucking yet.”

I’m not letting her come.

I squeeze harder, until pressure on her throat works in tandem with my hard, short thrusts. Her mouth gapes as she struggles for air, her face turning red.

I give a little slack around her throat, just for a second so she can gulp in some air, and then I dial up the pressure, squeezing, pressing my fingers so deep I can feel the delicate contour of her throat. She grabs at me, those pretty eyes wild and savage as she struggles for breath while her body starts convulsing.

She’s going to come.

So the fuck am I.

Pleasure takes me. It’s hot and violent, and for a second, I drown in it.

I pull out of her before she’s tipped over the edge, push myself up, and kneel over her, pumping my cock as pleasure sizzles through me. I spray ropes of cum all over her fucking body and cunt, her hips still moving, pushing at me because she’s desperate to come.

“Davian, please.”

I grab and haul her up from the bed by her hair. She’s whimpering, and I don’t give a fuck.

I hold her, right against the scalp as I dig in my beside drawer and pull out handcuffs.

I dangle them in front of her, and the sound she makes is that of a wounded animal. Like the cuffs represent betrayal.

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