Page 136 of Creep

When she did, a burning inferno took over the depths of her light-brown eyes.

“What was that?” she asked.

She pressed her palms against my chest, making a move to push me away. I stayed where I was and took her in.

“You sure look angry for someone who just came,” I said. The fire flared brighter in her eyes.

“You can’t just do that to me!” she screeched.

“Why not? Did it not feel good?” I asked, bringing my head down until there was no more than an inch or so separating our faces.

“That… That’s not the point!”

I smirked. “I believe that is the entire point.”

She let out a frustrated scream and pounded her fists on my chest. I was sure it would only anger her to know her hits felt more like a kitten doing biscuits on me.

I let her hit me for a moment before I covered her hands with my own, stilling her movements.

“You can’t just sneak into my room at night and… and…”

“Touch you?” I supplied. “You’re mine. And I’m yours. Why wouldn’t I touch you?”

Her eyes twitched. “How would you like it if I touched you in your sleep?”

I grinned. She looked like she wanted to take her words back, but it was too late.

“Touch away, kitten,” I said. “I am yours to do with as you wish.”

Her eyes darkened with hunger at my words, even if she was trying to resist. She shook her head. “You’re fucking unbelievable.”

“And you’re fucking mine,” I said, closing the gap between us and kissing her.

She tensed against me. I kissed her harder, deeper, wanting more of her, savoring her taste. She melted into me for a few seconds before she seemed to remember her anger.

She pulled back and slammed her forehead against my lip, letting out a small gasp of pain from the contact. She reached her hand up to touch the tender spot, glaring over at me.

A metallic taste touched my tongue. I knew I was bleeding without looking in a mirror.

I laughed, showing her my teeth. Something like fear and anger warred in her eyes. I didn’t give her a chance to think. I slammed my lips against hers once more, kissing her with everything inside me and letting her taste my blood.

She tried to pull away, but I didn’t let her. I pressed her back down on the bed and crawled on top of her body, in between her legs. I pressed my hips down until she could feel my hard-on, my hand gathering up her wrists and pushing them up above her head.

I thrust my hips against her once more, becoming more and more frenzied with every contact I made between my dick and her softness.

She hummed against my lips, the vibration driving me even crazier.

I pulled away.

My blood was smeared all over her skin, her lips.

She still looked furious. And needy. And fuckable. And mine.

She looked like mine.

I kissed her once more. She didn’t resist, then angrily kissed me back.

I let my other hand roam down her body, getting to the hem of her shirt as I pushed it up. We broke from the kiss briefly so I could remove her shirt, and then I was back to kissing her, letting my tongue glide against hers.

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