Page 30 of From the Ashes

Fuck I need to be inside her.

Camilla stares up at me, her lips slightly parted as she waits for whatever direction I’m about to give her.

Fuck, how do I want to fuck her?

Face down in the dirt?

Pinned to the tree?

So many good options.

“On your hands and knees.” I bark the order, and this time there’s no hesitation.

Good. My little lamb is desperate for my cock. Just how I like her.

She positions herself as instructed and peers over her shoulder at me as I stroke my cock in long, messy passes. Precum drips from the head, and I ache to feed it to her, but if I get anywhere near her pretty mouth again, I won’t make it inside her.

I drop to my knees behind her, lowering my sweatpants to my knees and doing the same with her tiny sleep shorts and panties. I’m tempted to tear them both from her body, but if any of the guards saw her on her way back to the house, I’d have to kill them, and I’m already in trouble for killing people in this house, I don’t want to push it.

“Kovu,” she whines. “Please.”

“Such a good little whore for me, Camilla.” I drag my head through her folds and groan at how wet she is. Camilla is by far my favorite thing I’ve ever chased.

I notch the head at her entrance, and without giving myself a second to breathe, I surge forward into her wet heat, tearing a scream from her throat and a groan from mine.

She’s so fucking warm and soft, and if I could live the rest of my fucking life with my cock lodged inside her, I sure as hell would. But sadly, that’s not an option.

I grit my teeth as I pull back and slam forward again, almost shoving her forward into the dirt before I repeat the motion. Over and over again, I slam my hips into hers, dragging us both closer to the edge with each thrust, but I’m not quite ready for this to be over.

I reach down into the pocket of my sweatpants and fish around for what I’m looking for. When my fingers wrap around the cool steel, I pull the pocketknife out and make quick work of unfolding it.

“Kovu, I need to come,” Camilla cries out.

“I know you do, Little Lamb. But I need to give you your punishment first.” My eyes lock on her delectable ass as I twirl the knife around in my fingers.

She throws a glare over her shoulder but doesn’t seem to notice what I have in my hand before she drops forward and presses her hips back into mine, meeting each one of my thrusts.

“Stop trying to top from the bottom, Camilla,” I force through gritted teeth. There are few things I will let her get away with, but this isn’t one of them. I need control.

I press my hand into the center of her spine and push her forward until she drops onto her elbows. I bury myself deep inside her before pausing and using my hips to hold her in place. “Now, I suggest you hold real still, Little Lamb.”

“What are you—” She doesn’t get a chance to finish the question before I press the tip of the knife into the top of her right ass cheek, and she screams.

She tries to wriggle away, but she’s pinned in place. “Kovu,” she cries out, her pussy pulsing around me. She can pretend she doesn’t like this all she likes, but her pretty pussy is telling a very different story.

I slap my palm down on her other cheek. “Stay. Still,” I force out. Being buried inside her without moving is some kind of torture for both of us, but once I’m done here, we’ll both get what we need.

Her whimpers and whines fill the otherwise quiet night as her blood drips across her perfect skin, dripping down between her thighs and around where my cock is lodged inside her.

For the first time since I began this hunt, I wish there was more light so I could see how good my cock looks covered in her blood.

Watching the knife glide through her skin has me pulsing inside her as her pussy flutters around me. Apparently we’re both enjoying this a little too much, but that just proves what I already knew.

My little lamb is perfect for me.

“Almost done, Camilla,” I tell her as I carefully slice the final letter into her skin, and the answering whimper pulls a smug smile onto my face.

Once I’m done, I lean back slightly to admire my handiwork before I close the pocketknife and drop it back in the general direction of my pocket.

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