Page 22 of Hunted

Her breath hitches as she strips, kicking off her pants and underwear together. And fuck, she's beautiful. My dick is aching, throbbing with the need to be inside her, but I force myself to hold back. This is a moment to savor.

I let my eyes roam over her body, taking in the curve of her hip, the swell of her breasts, and the way her stomach dips in. She's fucking perfect.

Then, still keeping my distance, I reach for one of my knives, enjoying how her eyes widen; a mix of fear and excitement flashes across her face.

“Aksel?" she asks, her voice shaking.

I smile, showing her the knife. "I'm not going to hurt you, littlefugl. Well, not much anyway." I step closer, backing her against the wall, tracing the flat side of the knife up her inner thigh. "This is for your pleasure."

She tries to turn, but I grab her waist, holding her still. "Trust me," I murmur against her mouth. "You're going to like this."

Her breath catches as I drag the knife back down, pressing the tip just hard enough to leave a pink line.

"See?" I whisper, pressing a kiss to her neck.

She nods, and I draw the knife back up, slower this time, dragging it across her soft skin. She whimpers, her head falling back to give me access to the sensitive skin of her throat.

I keep one hand on her waist, the other tracing the knife over her body, careful to avoid any sensitive spots. The blade teases and elicits little gasps and moans from her, her body jerking with each touch.

Then, setting the knife aside, I trace the marks I've left with my tongue, tasting her, claiming her.

“Aksel, please," she whimpers, her hands reaching for me. "I want to see you."

I groan, my cock twitching. I know what she means. I want her to see me, too. With a rough laugh, I step back, already unbuttoning my shirt.

"You sure about this, baby girl? There's no going back." I warn, needing her to understand the gravity of this moment.

"I'm sure," she says, her voice steady, and something in her eyes tells me she gets it. She knows this is a point of no return, that we're stepping into something we can't take back.

I strip off my shirt, enjoying how her eyes take in the tattoos covering my skin. Her gaze fixes on the ink, and I know she's curious, wanting to know the stories they hold. But that's for another time.

With a slow, deliberate movement, I reach for the button of my jeans, my eyes never leaving hers. There's a challenge in her gaze as if she's daring me to go further, but also a hint of fear.

The button pops open, and I lower the zipper, my cock straining against the denim. Her breath catches, and her eyes are fixed on the bulge.

Finally, I push my jeans and underwear down, kicking them aside, and step toward her, fully exposed. Her eyes drop to my cock, and her mouth falls open. I know what she's thinking. I'm fucking huge, and the thought of me filling her tight little body, stretching her, drives me fucking wild.

"Oh," she gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. "You're..."

I chuckle, already knowing what she's going to say. "Yeah, I know. It's a lot to take in, baby girl. But don't worry, I'll go slow."

Her eyes snap back to mine. "I want you, Aksel."

"You may not say that when you realize what that means, but for your first time, I won't introduce you to my true nature." I want to hunt her still, just in a completely different way from how I originally planned. My blood lust is replaced with a deeper, more carnal lust.

I grab a fistful of her hair, relishing the little gasp it elicits. "You sure you're ready for this?" I growl, angling her head back to meet my gaze. "I like it rough. Real rough and primal. You sure that's what you want?"

Her eyes are bright with desire, and she nods, licking her lips. "Yes. I think so.”

Fuck, those words go straight to my cock. I can already tell she'll be a little freak in bed, responsive and vocal. My blood is boiling with the need to take her, to hear her scream my name.

I lift her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the nearby bench. Setting her down, I push her back to lie on the cool wood, her hair spilling over the edge. She looks up at me, her eyes glassy with anticipation, and I can't help but smirk.

"You’ve got no idea what you're in for, littlefugl."

Reaching for my knife, I imagine all the ways I can mark her, possess her. But first, I need a taste.

I step between her legs, already spread wide for me, and trace the flat of the blade up her inner thigh, enjoying the way she squirms. "You like the feel of this, don't you?"

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