Page 38 of Cruelly Bitten
A beautiful flushstole over Ismerelda’s features, creating a crimson invitation I longed to accept.
This was much better than before, her scent far sweeter now and serving as a beacon to my inner predator rather than a deterrent.
I inhaled deeply, noting the scent of subtle arousal that accompanied her hint of fear.
Perfection, I all but purred in my mind.
The meal had been surprisingly pleasant. Ismerelda’s food choices were unlike anything I could remember eating, making me wonder what other cuisines she’d recommend.
But first, I felt a strong desire to reward her. She’d pleased me in a way I hadn’t expected, which I imagined was related to why I’d kept her all these years. She’d also been beautifully subservient throughout our meal, waiting for permission to eat and thanking me when I granted it.
And those moans…
Fuck, I’d nearly shoved all the dishes to the ground just so I could bend her over the table and drive into her.
Her scent now told me she’d be ready.
And tight, too,I thought with a mental groan.
Ismerelda hadn’t been fucked in over a hundred years. Her unused cunt would feel almost as good as a virgin pussy, squeezing and pulsing around my eager cock while I pounded into her without remorse.
It would hurt. But she’d take it because she had to. She was mine.
And fuck if that knowledge didn’t make me even harder for her.
It’d been too long since I’d felt the pleasure of sliding into a woman. Gods, I couldn’t even remember the last time, just that it’d been euphoric. Unworldly.Addicting.
Once I started fucking Ismerelda, I likely wouldn’t be able to stop. She’d probably die with my cock lodged deep inside her, begging me to slow down or grant her a reprieve.
But I wouldn’t be able to. Not with the savage hunger riding my predator right now.
Not with her sweet scent curling around me and that delectable blush teasing her neck.
A growl slid from my mouth, making my littleErositashiver. There was no doubt between us as to what dessert I intended to devour.
However, I still wanted to praise her in some way. Perhaps grant her a sliver of pleasure before I destroyed her with my needs.
Maybe that would ensure she woke up properly next time.
“Clear the table,” I told her. “Then I’m going toeat you, just like you said I would.”
Because chocolate gelato certainly didn’t appeal to me the way her sweet arousal did.
I’d spread those athletic thighs—which I admired now as she stood without a word to do what I’d demanded—and properly taste her. Lick her deep. Bite her. Mingle her pain with her pleasure and drink every drop.
Her natural perfume seemed to bloom with every step she took, her interest an intoxicating aroma thickening the air between us.
Goose bumps pebbled down her legs, an intriguing display that confirmed she was both turned on and scared.
A beautiful combination.
She bent over the table beside me to pick up her discarded pizza, causing my shirt to ride up a little more along her thighs.
My fingers itched to explore her creamy skin, but I held myself still, even as she straightened and allowed me a tantalizing glimpse of her hardening nipples beneath the thin fabric.
She had not been wrong about my wardrobe preference. Because she definitely wore my shirt better than I did.
I admired her movements as she retrieved the last few plates, setting dirty dishes in the sink and storing the minimal leftovers in the refrigerator.
