Page 18 of Primal

I want to beg and plead for my life, want to offer him money or some other valuables, but everything I want to say sits in my throat like a lump of ice.

It wouldn’t make a difference, anyway. He’s made it perfectly clear that all he wants is me.

His rumbling chuckle rolls over my skin, making me shiver along with the drop in temperature.

“Look at you, mariposa,” he says quietly, with a slight accent I’ve never heard from him before. He twirls a curl of my hair around his finger. “Bound and completely at my mercy. What am I going to do with you now?”

“Let me go,” I beg again. “Let me go and I won’t tell anyone. I’ll give you anything you want. Please, I swear.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just cocks his head in that predatory manner that makes me wet, despite myself.

“The only thing I want is you.”

Like a viper, he grips my breasts in both hands. I scream from the pain as he squeezes the soft flesh as hard as he can.

“Scream, baby, scream!” he shouts over the rising thunder, laughing maniacally.

He loosens his grip on my breasts and starts massaging them. When he leans in, I think he’s going to kiss me, but then his tongue darts out and starts licking away my tears. He cups my breasts before pinching my hardened nipples between his fingers. I grit my teeth against the pain, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing me scream again.

He leans his forehead against mine and lifts my shirt, trailing his hands over my now exposed chest. I gasp from the cold, but he crowds closer to me to keep me warm.

“I’m going to enjoy breaking you, butterfly,” he murmurs against my lips before parting them with his tongue.

The shock of him kissing me is overshadowed by what he starts doing to my nipples. He rolls the sensitive buds between his thumbs and forefingers, playing with them to torture me. Sparks of pleasure shoot from my clit to the pit of my stomach. I moan pathetically into his mouth and squeeze my legs together to get some friction, but he wedges his thigh in between my own. I try grinding against him, but he bites my bottom lip so hard that I stop.

“Stop doing that,” he growls. “You only get to have the pleasure that I give you. Do you understand?”

When I nod meekly, the corner of his mouth curves into a mischievous grin.

My captor plants kisses from my mouth all the way down to my heaving chest. I squirm when he captures one peaked nipple in between his teeth and tugs gently. Pleasure shoots from the nub straight down to my aching sex. I want to try grinding against him again, but I don’t want him to punish me for disobeying him.

Grabbing my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he rolls it around to torture and tease me. I lean my head back against the tree and moan.

Oh, God.

My nipples are so sensitive from the cold and my first two orgasms, that I feel another coming on quickly.

He goes back and forth between both breasts, licking and sucking on them like his life depends on it, massaging the aching flesh in between. I desperately want to rub myself against his thigh to get the friction I need.

“What’s your name?” I ask in a strained voice, looking down at him.

He drags a nipple through his teeth and looks at me. “Why do you want to know? So you can turn me into the police?”

He’s still stimulating me while talking to me, and I can feel my third orgasm of the night about to come crashing into me.

“I want to know what I should call out when I come,” I say breathlessly, grinding my pussy against his thigh despite what he said.

He takes his thigh from in between mine and kicks my feet apart, placing his feet on the insides of mine to keep my legs spread.

“Please,” I whimper when he rubs his thumbs over both of my nipples.

Leaning in, he licks the shell of my ear and murmurs, “Zyran.”

I scream his name at the top of my lungs when my release hits me hard and swift. When I’m finished, I slump against him, savoring his warmth and woodsy scent.

“What does it mean?” I pant, lifting my head to look at him.

He backs up and looks me up and down. I know I look pathetic in my skin-tight clothes, panting and sweating from the orgasm he just forced out of me. Stars are dancing in front of my eyes, and it makes it even harder to see him out here.

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