Page 68 of The Prey

I swallow hard. This knife is fucking sharp, but there's no give in his eyes, no room for negotiation. It’s his way or no way. Some of the lingering fear and tension eases out of me, and I relax at the thought. All I have to do right now is feel.

Slowly, I part my lips and let my tongue slip out, caressing the edge of the blade with hesitation. His eyes gloss over, his pupils dilate, and the corner of his lip twitches up. He likes it. He fucking likes it, and more than that, I like seeing him so undone and at my mercy.

“I’m going to corrupt you, Little Prey. Ruin you for all others so you know nothing but me. My scent, my cock stretching your pussy, my name falling from your lips.” It’s a warning, but I’m past being warned away.

He could push me off a cliff, and I’d go gladly at this point.

He pulls the knife away, and I watch it disappear while he uses his free hand to ruck up my denim skirt, jerking it up over my waist. Goose bumps erupt across my bare skin, and I shiver as the cold air reaches my inner thighs and lower belly. Dropping to his knees, he slides the knife along the edge of my panties and then gives them a tug, the fabric biting into my flesh when he pulls them from my body.

Fucking hell, that shouldn't be so hot.

With the scrap of my panties slipped down to my ankles, he twists them off and tucks the cotton into his pocket. Dropping the knife by my feet so he can use both hands, he sinks his fingers into my thighs and wrenches them apart with bruising force, hiking my body up the tree. I catch myself, digging my nails into the bark.

“Sebastian.” I whisper his name, and I’m not sure if it’s to tell him to stop or to keep going.

Moving my legs to rest on his shoulders, he looks up at me over my mound, strands of hair curling against his forehead. He’s so beautiful.

“Don’t, Ely. Don’t tell me to stop because I can’t. I can’t fucking stop. I need you. Need to taste you. Taste what’s been mine this entire time.”

Hell, how could I even consider stopping him with a confession like that? After a heartbeat, when he knows damn well this is happening, he pounces.

One second he's spreading my legs, his eyes on me, and the next, his teeth are tugging against my clit. Red hot pleasure rips through me, and my body curls toward him on instinct, my hips bowing up to give him better access. I bite my lip between my teeth to suppress a moan. I knew it would be good, but I didn’t think it would be this good.

That skilled tongue of his flicks over my clit, teasing it before gliding down my center and to my entrance. My eyes roll to the back of my head. Using his tongue like he might his cock, he dips in and out, fucking me with it. It’s perfect, but not enough. I need more. As if he knows this he drags his hands up to my thighs and curls a digit through the slick arousal coating my folds.

I’m burning hotter than the sun, flames of desire licking at the edges of my soul. I don’t fear the burn, though, not with Sebastian between my legs. Keeping one hand braced against the tree, I grab his head with the other, sinking my fingers through his damp curls. If I’m going to hell, I might as well get the full experience.

“Mmmm. So fucking good,” he murmurs against my folds, the vibrations zinging over my sensitive flesh.

“Please don’t stop,” I pant into the darkness.

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to, Little Prey,” he growls, and then I feel him at my entrance, his thick finger slipping inside me and sinking deep. I tighten around his finger, the muscles tensing from lack of use. There’s a little discomfort, but it soon fades when he moves his finger in and out, slowly at first.

“All those nights I imagined your pussy around my cock…my imagination has nothing on this moment. So tight, so perfect. I’m going to have to stretch you, get you nice and wet to make sure you can take my cock, because you will be taking my cock.”

All I can do is whimper, my mouth unable to speak words. Pleasure builds low in my belly, swirling, burning me from the inside out. Sebastian shows no mercy and burrows his face between my folds, his tongue flicking against my clit, carrying me higher and higher while his finger pumps in and out of me.

Without warning, he adds a second finger, stretching me. An uncomfortable ache follows, but it’s so subtle that as soon as I feel it, it’s gone, washed away in the undertow of pleasure. I clench tightly around his fingers, and it’s almost embarrassing how turned on I am, the evidence of my arousal trickling down my thighs.

I squeeze my legs together, trapping his head, and that’s when he fucks me with his fingers. I mean really fuck me, in and out, in and out, the pace relentless, my body moving up and down with the movement while his tongue does wicked things to my clit.

He consumes me, and I don’t even care. I’d die happily at his feet so long as he lets me come first. My lungs burn, and I realize I’m not breathing. He's stealing the air right out of my lungs, sucking it right out of me with his lips latched on tight to my clit.

“Sebastian,” I beg between gasps, “Please. Please.”

I’m so close. My toes curl in my boots, every nerve ending on fire, my muscles tightening to the point of pain. He’s right, he’s going to destroy me for anyone else, and I don’t care.

I whimper when he pulls away just long enough to growl out an order, “Come on my fucking tongue, Prey. Let me drink your arousal; let me have what’s only made for me.”

His filthy mouth adds gasoline to an already out-of-control fire, and when his lips latch back onto my clit, his fingers finding some magical spot at the top of my pussy, I burst into flames.

“Sebastian!” I scream his name as I dig my nails into his scalp, and he makes a noise, something close to a groan of approval, the sound slicing right through me.

With an undeniable need guiding him, he presses his whole face against my pussy, his mouth, his nose, all of it, almost like he’s trying to truly devour me. A memory flashes in my mind of him fucking my face in almost an identical manner, and I let it play back in my head as I float back down from heaven.

I’m still catching my breath when he pulls away, his fingers still inside me, which he uses to fuck me lazily. There's a slight ache from the pressure, but it only adds to the onslaught of sensations.

“You beg so pretty, Ely.” He grins and then leans in and bites my clit while he thrusts his fingers deep, lazily in my pussy. “Think you can come again for me?”

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