Page 122 of The Vigilant

She cried out, her eyes finding mine, her pupils blown wide with lust.Maybe I wasn’t the only one who’d realized what was almost lost earlier tonight.

My mind started to short circuit. Needing her. Needing to be inside her. Needing to forget that moment when I saw Kang about to shoot her.

“You’re mine,” I repeated, using the bulk of my body to push her back onto the mattress.

Her knife remained at my neck as a threat. One that kept most people away. One that had them give up on her at the first prick of pain. But not me. Never me. That knife was nothing more than a desperate defense of a woman who wanted to see who was brave enough to get close.

I let the blade cut my skin because it was the only way for my mouth to reach hers.

“Sutton…”

She trembled when my lips claimed hers and then kissed me back with the only violence she was capable of. Her tongue thrust and stabbed along the length of mine, the salt of her tears sinking unto the wounds she was undoing. My fingers kept a steady pace inside her cunt until she was breathless and the blade at my throat trembled.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, I have to go…”

“No,” I growled. “You have to come.”

I curled my fingers into her G-spot, stroking the starved nerves until she writhed and bucked, her pussy gripping my fingers and begging them to take her over the edge.

Not without me.

She gasped when I pulled my fingers free, her eyes swimming to find mine.

“You want to go, little wasp?” I taunted her, my hand moving to the waist of my jeans, working open the zipper. “Now’s your chance to try to run.”

That was a lie. She had plenty of chances with her knife to my throat. It was also a lie to imply that I’d let her escape.

I couldn’t hide the wave of relief that went through me when I pulled out my straining length, my cock thickening just knowing how fucking close she was. Like it could smell how wet she was.

“Try? I’m the one with a weapon to your throat.” Her low laugh was cut off when I leaned into the blade, letting it draw a drop of blood that dripped onto her collarbone.

“Then why aren’t you stopping me?” I growled and dragged my cock along her slick, waiting pussy, rubbing her clit until she squirmed and then notching the tip at her entrance.

“Why are you doing this?” she murmured with no bite left to her tone.

A low, ragged noise broke from my chest, from underneath where that sword had been buried for too long.

“Because I love you,” I rasped, my throat bobbing as I swallowed hard, another few drops of blood falling onto her chest.

My offering.My sacrifice.

Her hazy eyes went clear as her lips parted, and I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I thrust inside her, burying my cock along with my promise as deep as she’d let me.

Sutton cried out, her hips bucking as her pussy clenched and pushed, struggling against the intrusion.

Pleasure exploded in my skull. A violent detonation of sensations that made me strain until more of my blood dripped on her. “Fuck, Sutton,” I groaned, holding myself steady with thevery last threads of my restraint until her eyes swam into focus on me. “I love you.”

And then the blade was gone, lowered just enough to not cut me.

“I love you, my little wasp.” I couldn’t hold it back—couldn’t hold myself back. The confession tore from my chest as my hips started to move, drawing my cock out before tunneling all the way back in.

I wasn’t slow this time. I forced her tight cunt to take all of me. All my thickness. All my piercings. All my length.All my fucking soul.

She broke on a whimper. That was the first sound. Next, it was her knife swishing along the bed and clattering on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out, and then her hands were on my face, pulling it down to hers.

Groaning from somewhere deep in my chest, I kissed her just as hard as I fucked her. My cock pounded into her tight pussy, and she met each drive, willing to be bruised and bloody like I was if that was what it took to be with her.

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