Page 23 of Hunted

She nods, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes."

I drag the blade closer to her core, making her breath hitch. "That's it. Give in.”

But then I move the knife aside and use my fingers to gently part her folds. She's fucking gorgeous, all pink and swollen, and I can't resist. I lean down, my tongue flicking out to taste her, and she jerks underneath me with a gasp.

She’s fucking addictive. I can’t get enough. I lick and suck, gripping her thighs to hold her open while her breath comes in short sharp gasps. Her hands grasp at my head, trying to hold me there.

I enjoy how her fingers tangle in my hair, and she pulls at it, her body arching off the table. I force myself to keep a slow, steady rhythm with my tongue despite her whimpers and moans driving me insane.

I use my tongue and teeth to play with her, nipping gently, then soothing it with soft sucks. Her hips buck, trying to get more pressure. I chuckle, the vibrations making her squirm.

"Not yet, littlefugl. I haven't given you permission."

I shift, moving my mouth to suck gently on her clit, my fingers replacing my tongue, circling and pressing, my thumb rubbing little circles around her entrance. She's so wet, her juices coating my fingers, and I slip one inside, enjoying the way she moans and arches into my touch.

“Aksel, please," she begs, her hips grinding against my hand.

I add a second finger, scissoring them and stretching her, feeling her tight heat. She's so fucking responsive, her body trembling with each touch, and I know she's hovering on the edge. But I can't let her fall just yet.

Slowing my movements, I drag my mouth away, enjoying the little whimper of protest she makes. I smirk, reaching for the knife again, and trace it gently up her thigh, not pressing hard enough to cut but enough to make her shiver.

"You like that, don't you?" I murmur. "You like the feel of the blade, the danger of it."

She nods, her eyes glassy and unfocused. "Yes, I like it. I like everything you're doing."

Fuck, this woman is going to be my downfall.

“Before you come apart, I want you to taste me."

Her mouth, those lips, will be the end of me. I can't stop thinking about them wrapped around my cock, sucking me in, taking me deep.

I need it now.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, I drag her off the bench, feeling her small body yield as I force her to her knees. She looks at me, her eyes wide and glassy, and my dick twitches with anticipation.

"Suck me, baby girl," I growl, stepping closer. "Wrap that pretty little mouth around my cock."

She hesitates, her eyes darting to my dick and back up, and something tells me she's never done this before. Fuck. I want to be her first in everything.

“You ever sucked a cock before?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "No, I haven't. I--I've never--"

"It's okay, you can't do it wrong." I urge, needing to feel her mouth on me. "Just put your lips around me and suck."

She nods, her hands reaching out as if to steady herself. Slowly, she leans forward, her tongue flicking out to tentatively taste the head of my dick. Fuck, the feel of her tongue makes me want to thrust into her throat.

"That's it," I encourage, my hands tangling in her hair. "Take me in."

She opens her mouth wider, and I guide myself to her lips, sliding into her hot, wet mouth. She takes me, inch by inch, her eyes closed in concentration.

The sight of her, my cock disappearing between her lips, is enough to make my knees weak. I've never felt anything like it, and I want to thrust, to fuck her throat, but I force myself to hold still, giving her time to adjust.

"That's it," I groan. "Fucking take me deep, littlefugl."

She makes a little moaning noise, and I start to thrust gently, her throat enveloping me, hot and tight. Her tongue swirls around me, and her teeth drag against me, just a hint of sharpness that drives me wild.

"You're doing so good, baby girl," I praise, my hips moving slightly faster. "Suck me like you mean it."

---