Page 26 of Krampus Kruk
Her grin is answer enough. She crashes her lips into mine.
I’ve been hard since I wrapped my hand around her neck. I’m still hard, still hungry, ready to continue to claim what’s mine.
At the foot of the bed, her arms remain looped behind my neck. There’s no sign she’s letting go. I ease one hand down to the mattress and lower her to it, never breaking the kiss. I bite her lip and nod, encouraging her to move up the bed. She scoots higher as we continue to kiss.
“Slow,” I say, recalling how she wants to start that way. Slow could be dangerous. Intimate. More than a fuck. “You’re too damn memorable. I don't want to be done after this.”
“We’re going to fuck more than once,” she says with a light laugh. “Plus tomorrow morning. Then, we’re done.”
I frown, hovering above her. I hate the finality in that word.Done.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, pulling me from my thoughts.
I run my hand up her thigh then gently press her legs wider. Nestling between them, I guide my cock to her entrance.
“You’ve been a very good girl, gagging on my cock,” I say, voice low. “Time for your reward.”
She wraps her legs around me, practically panting.
“So fucking wet,” I hiss, sliding inside her. My eyes roll back. “I could fill you up right now, butyouwant slow.” I press a kiss to her lips, then her neck. “You’re gonna take every inch of it.”
She squirms, her eyes closing as I go deeper.
“Relax. You feel incredible.”
A soft hum escapes her lips as I thrust in slow strokes. I savor this moment. Her. This feeling. I caress her side, gently stroking my finger across her rib tattoo.Imperfect.She’s far from it. “How do I convince you to be mine?”
The words slip out before I can catch them. The sex is doing the talking now.
“You don’t,” she whispers.
I grit my teeth. I need to control my thoughts. It’s a fantasy. She’s a fantasy. This, us … It’s just one night.
I press a kiss to her forehead and then her cheek. “That’s enough slow. Roll over,” I command.
She obeys. My hand grips her ass as my eyes assess her bruised skin. “Your family’s going to think you got in a fight last night,” I joke. “Tell them you won.”
She giggles, and I thrust deep. Her whimper—fuck, it nearly undoes me. The sounds she makes are intoxicating.
My palm trails over the dagger tattoo on her back.Stop pretending this is more.Let it just be one night. One unforgettable night. I dig my fingers into her hips.
“You’re taking every last drop, Miss Break-My-Back.”
She laughs, breathless, and I slam into her in response.
Five orgasms in and still fucking needy. She’s ready, soaked. I’m not holding back for another second.
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“Fuck,” I gasp, my fists twisting the sheets as he slams into me from behind. The sound of his body slamming into mine fills the room.
We don’t have a safe word.This is so intense.Part of me wants to say stop. I know he would if I said it. He’s not like the other guy. But the other part, the louder part, wants to see how far he’ll push me—how far I’ll let him.
My head jerks back as he yanks my hair by the roots. I gasp, and my spine arches.
“You have the best fucking pussy,” he growls into my ear. “Don’t give this to just anybody. Make them fucking earn it.”
The words rip through me like both a warning and a worship. I hate how much Ilikehearing that from him. He’s right. Everything he just said is true and somehow … caring?
