Page 28 of Primal Snow

At the same time, his other hand clamps around my throat.

The pressure is immediate and unyielding, cutting off my air with a brutal efficiency that makes my vision blur. My legs kick uselessly in the empty air, the chains above me rattling wildly as I claw at the shackles to get free. His grip tightens, and it feels like his claws dig into the delicateskin of my throat.

I choke. The sound is a broken rasp as I struggle to draw air. But he’s unforgiving, and his grip on my neck remains unrelenting. His eyes burn into mine, dark and triumphant, daring me to fight harder even as my strength slips away. Each thrust of his fingers sends sharp, electric shocks rippling through my body. And in the back of my mind is lingers the ominous thought—just one wrong move, and his claws will extend, slashing me from the inside.

But then he presses the magic spot.

My head snaps back, my vision going white for a moment as his fingers press and circle that hidden bundle of nerves.

I let out a strangled cry, my body arching against my will as he drives me to the edge. My lungs burn, my chest heaving against the pressure of his hand on my throat, but my body betrays me in the cruelest way.

I’m teetering on the brink, helpless to stop the flood that’s building inside me. His fingers don’t relent, each pump more forceful, as though he knows he’s breaking me.

Just as I’m about to pass out, my release crashes over me like a tidal wave, every muscle in my body locking as I convulse against him.

His hand loosens around my throat after my juices flood his hand. Air rushes back into my lungs in choking gasps, but I barely notice, my mind splintering under the weight of the moment.

This wasn’t passion, but domination, pure andprimal, his declaration of him being in charge.

And a twisted part of me loved it.

His hand lingers, his fingers still buried deep inside me as he growls, low and guttural, his lips pulling back in a feral smirk.

Humiliation burns through me like acid, settling deep in my chest. My breath comes in ragged, heaving gulps, each inhale tearing through my bruised throat. I want to shout, to spit defiance in his face, yet the weight of my own disgust keeps my voice locked inside.

But he isn’t done.

His fingers slide out of me with a deliberate slowness, dragging against the trembling, oversensitive walls of my pussy. The sensation sends an involuntary jolt through me, and I shudder, biting back another cry. His hand doesn’t move far, though. His rough fingers spread my slickness up, smearing it over my swollen, throbbing clit in a cruel caress.

The first touch makes me flinch, my body jerking against the chains as a sharp gasp escapes my lips. He seizes the delicate nub between his calloused fingers, rolling it, squeezing, pinching with just enough force to send a wave of white-hot electric sensation crashing through me. The intensity borders on pain.

“Oh fuck!” I let out a strangled whimper.

Lowering his head, he licks a slow, deliberate path down my trembling body, his tongue hot and wet against the trails of blood streaking my skin. He laps at each crimson rivulet, following it with greedy, languid strokes as though savoring every drop. His growl reverberatesthrough the space between us, the sound vibrating against my skin as he feasts on me, devouring the evidence of his own violence.

I thrash weakly, my legs trembling and my arms aching from the strain of my futile struggles. “Stop!” I manage to choke out, the plea barely audible over the sound of his growls and the slick, obscene noises of his tongue against my skin. “Please, no more!”

He doesn’t stop.

My breaths hitch with every stroke of his tongue, my nerves screaming from the overstimulation. I feel raw, exposed, and broken under his relentless touch. Then he reaches the tender slit of my pussy and his tongue presses against my core, lapping at the wetness he’s coaxed from me with ravenous hunger. I cry, and I kick, but he doesn’t show me mercy. His mouth works with frenzied precision as he drinks me in, his growls reverberating against my most sensitive flesh.

My body betrays me one more time.

I come undone with a shuddering mewl, my muscles locking and quaking as the release crashes over me, flooding his mouth with everything I wish I could withhold. My vision blurs, and a deep, bone-deep exhaustion settles over me as the last of my fight drains away.

And still, he doesn’t stop. He devours me like a true beast, leaving nothing behind but the echo of my ragged breaths and the shadow of his possession.

This is worse than the slashes. Worse than the choking.

His mouth clamps onto my overstimulated clit, his tongue lashing in merciless circles and the torturous pleasure spirals beyond my ability to endure. My scream is swallowed by the wet, obscene noises of his mouth working against me. Each flick, each suck sends electric shocks of sensation coursing through me, igniting nerve endings that are already raw and screaming for relief.

But he doesn’t give me relief. He takes everything.

His hands move to my hips, rough and unyielding, as they grip me with a force that leaves no room for escape. His claws dig into the soft flesh of my ass cheeks, pulling me closer, angling me toward him as though he means to consume me whole.

Then I feel shocking pressure against my other hole as his tongue trails lower, probing at the tight, untouched ring of muscle. My entire body goes rigid as he forces his slick organ past the resistant barrier. Pain flares deep within me, melding with the overwhelming intensity of the stretch, and I reach a peak that almost feels like I shatter completely.

My consciousness gets murky as he keeps torturing me, his mouth, tongue, and fingers working together, playing with both my virgin holes.

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