Page 28 of They Will Burn

KOVU

My little lamb is addictive.

Every taste I get is better than the last, and as much as I would love to take my time with her, to hurt her and blur the line between pleasure and pain until she can’t decipher one from the other, I’m too fucking desperate right now.

I slide my hand down her perfect body, reveling in the feel of her curves beneath my palm, until I reach her pussy, tearing a groan from both our throats. I dip my fingers lower and press two against her tight entrance. I’ve wanted Camilla since the moment I saw her, and my cock is painfully hard now that I’m finally going to have her.

Her pussy is impossibly tight as I shove my fingers deep, soaking up the cries that escape her throat. There are so many things I can’t wait to do to my little lamb, but right now getting inside her hot cunt is all I can think about.

“Kovu, please,” she whimpers, dropping her head back against the tiles.

“Do you need my cock, my sweet little lamb?” I murmur against the soft flesh of her shoulder before I bite down hard. Her skin parts easily beneath my teeth, and the second her blood touches my tongue, I begin to lose control.

Camilla screams out, but her hips writhe against my fingers, desperate for more. Her pussy pulses around me, and I realize just how close she is to the edge. “Oh god, please.”

I chuckle as I look up at her with blood across my lips. “Oh baby, you gotta know God isn’t here. It’s just you and the devil.”

Her gray eyes gloss over, and a moment later she falls apart in my arms. She looks so fucking beautiful when she comes, but the blood that drips from the bite marks onto her perfect tits is just too tempting, and I’m desperate to see her soaked in our blood.

Without wasting a second, I pull my fingers free and notch my cock at her entrance. Camilla’s eyes are heavy and sated, but they cling to mine like I’m her salvation, a concept so laughable that only the fact I’m about to be sheathed in her warmth stops me from barking out a laugh.

“No going back, Camilla,” I warn. “Once I know what it feels like to be inside you, I’m never letting you go.”

A smirk tugs at the corners of her lips, and she leans forward until her lips are just a breath from mine. “Fuck me, Kovu.”

I slam into her so hard her body smacks loudly against the tiles, and I immediately set a punishing pace. Part of me wishes I could take her slowly, that I could savor this moment, our first time together. But that’s not who I am, and as I stare into Camilla’s lust-filled eyes, I realize that’s not what she needs from me.

I hook an arm beneath her knee and lift her higher up the wall, plowing into her from a new angle that makes her cry out. Good. I want those three fuckers to hear her scream for me.

“Kovu,” Camilla cries, and the sound only makes me fuck her harder. The rough slap of her body against the tiles, the growls tearing from my throat, and her moans are like a symphony I’ve never heard, and I’m hooked. If I could spend the rest of my life balls deep inside my little lamb, I’d die the happiest fucking psychopath you’ve ever met.

“More. Please, more.” She thrashes her head from side to side, and a sick smile tips up the corners of my lips.

I reposition my arm to ensure I’m holding all her weight before lifting the other around her throat. My scarred, tattooed fingers wrap around her delicate neck, and the sight alone drags me closer to the abyss I’m not ready to fall into just yet.

Camilla’s eyes flare at the same time her pussy clamps down around me, the muscles fluttering around my cock in a way that’s so fucking addictive I’m not sure how I’ll go an hour without being inside her, let alone any longer than that.

“Are you going to come for me, Little Lamb?” I murmur between us, tightening my hand around her throat until her breaths are cut off.

She nods against the tiles, unable to speak with me cutting off her air supply, and my cock only seems to harden at the power she’s handed me. There’s nothing but trust and pure, unadulterated lust as she stares back at me. For a moment, I try to think if anyone has ever really trusted me, and I come up empty. The other men of the Legion think I’m the loose cannon. The women we’ve shared have all wondered if I would go too far, even if they never voiced the question. But my little lamb knows she can put her life in my hands. She knows I’ll hurt her just how she needs to be hurt, and then I’ll worship her like the goddess she is.

An unfamiliar feeling takes root in my chest, and my initial instinct is to shut it down. Feelings make you weak. Obsession is one thing, but what I’m feeling right now as I thrust into her tight body with wild abandon is unnatural to me. But for the first time in my life, I don’t push against the feeling. I lean into it. I allow it to consume me just the same way Camilla does.

Her face twists in pleasure, and a moment later her pussy tightens impossibly around me, making it too hard to keep up my punishing rhythm.

“Good girl,” I praise. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”

The words only seem to drag her pleasure out, and I allow myself to follow her over the edge, desperate to fill her with me. I want her dripping with my cum when she walks out of this bathroom. I want the others to smell me on her for the rest of the day.

Her tight pussy milks me, and I’m falling over the edge before I can think to stop myself, to hold onto this moment for as long as I can, because we have no fucking idea what the future holds for us.

I hold Camilla against the wall, pressing my forehead to the tiles beside her head as I drag in desperate breaths. I try not to think about the fact I just had my first release that didn’t involve any real pain in…ever. Because if I focus on that little fact, I might lead myself to believe I deserve the woman in my arms, and I certainly don’t.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to keep her for myself anyway.

There’s nothing I won’t do to keep my little lamb safe.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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