Page 64 of The Cruelty of Thorns

“Drenched,” I murmured. “Just for me.”

I wanted to take my time, to savor the experience, but the surroundings and my hunger for her demanded otherwise. I yanked her panties aside and dug two fingers into her pussy, massaging her clit while I continued to roll and pinch her nipple. She moaned again and lifted one leg to give me better access to her steaming cunt, and I felt like my cock would explode. When I withdrew my hand, she whimpered.

“Don’t worry, cuore mio, I’m not going far.”

I reached down to open my pants, freeing my cock before guiding the head to her opening. I rubbed it against her swollen lips to get it wet, though it was already leaking pre-cum. She tensed up until I traced my tongue up to her ear, nibbling on the sensitive flesh while whispering words of encouragement.

“I promise I’ll go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She nodded then, her eyes wide, and I eased into her, continuing my dialogue. “So tight. Such a good girl.” I ran my hands over her hips to circle her ass, pulling her into me while I slowly breached her pussy. There was some resistance when I hit her hymen, then I pushed past until I was completely seated inside her.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I murmured, kissing her ear. “My cock loves your sweet pussy.”

I trailed kisses down her cheek to close my mouth over hers, sucking in her tongue while I began to withdraw my cock. She clung to me as though she was afraid I would leave her, but when I slowly pushed back in and began a leisurely rocking motion, she began to relax.

The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on me. The last time I had held Rosetta was against a wall with my cock buried inside her just like this, though it had hardly been pleasant for either of us. She was my unwilling victim while I was lost in the throes of a bloodlust I had no power to control. I pushed the thought away and concentrated on making sure this time turned out differently, which meant keeping a lid on my cursed appetite.

After a few minutes, Myra began to push back, meeting my thrusts and moaning into my mouth. I quickened the pace, driving into her, each stroke eliciting a whispered grunt as she picked up my rhythm. When she threw back her head to get her breath, I had all I could do not to bury my teeth in her exposed flesh, knowing that a simple love bite could become something far more dangerous. But damn, the temptation…

“How does that feel?” I asked to distract myself.

“Harder,” she panted. “I’m so close.”

The only sound in the alley was our labored breathing and the soft slap of flesh on flesh as I pounded into her. I swallowed my growing thirst, fighting against the nature that would have me consume her life, and concentrated on giving her what she needed. Her hardened nipples scraped against my chest, making me wish I could remove all our clothes so I could experience her body without barriers. I couldn’t remember the last time I had wanted anything so badly. Every cell in my body was crying out in recognition.

“You’re mine,” I growled against her mouth. “You’ve always been mine.” The need to possess her, to devour her, was almost unbearable.

She whimpered as I nuzzled the warm flesh of her throat, my tongue tracing up her neck to her mouth as her pussy clenched around me, so close to release.

“Come for me. Drown my cock in your sweet juices.”

I gave one final, brutal thrust, and her breath hitched, a ragged scream erupting from her throat as she shattered. When I felt her spasms milking my cock, I let go, adding my own release to hers while I closed my arms tightly around her. My mouth hovered over that pulse point on her neck, my jaw aching to sink into her heated skin, the hunger inside screaming to taste her. It took all my willpower not to surrender to it, but I knew better than to tempt fate. I’d managed to control my thirst for now, but I couldn’t guarantee how long that would last, especially where she was concerned. There was too much history there.

When I felt her breathing return to normal, I pulled away and brushed her hair back from her face, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “Feel better?”

She flashed a shy smile. “Yes.”

“I’m sorry your first time wasn’t somewhere nicer–”

“It was perfect,” she assured me, hugging me closer.

I reached down to pull up her panties and straighten her bra before righting my own clothes. “I should probably get you home.”

I tried to ignore the disappointment in her eyes. I knew she was hoping for more from me, it being her first time, but this was as much as I could give her. The fact was, she wasn’t safe with me right now, though I knew I was a far better option than what lurked in the darkness.

I closed my hand around hers and started walking out of the alley, steering us down the narrow street toward the bar district. She was quiet at first, though I could feel her watching me. “Do you live around here?” she finally asked.

“Not exactly here. I have a house up on the hill. Why?”

She shrugged. “It’s just, every time I see you, you’re in this area.”

“I like to be out among people,” I replied.

We turned down the street that led to the school. “What do you do?”

I looked down at her. “Do?”

“Yeah, you know, like a job?”

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