Page 27 of His Bride

I need his cock.

I demand whatever he has to give.

I dig my nails in his back, drawing blood, and his guttural cry against me, teeth coming down on my upper breast, the warm wetness on my fingers delight.

I push him and go to hit, but Caelian stops me, grabbing my wrist.

His eyes glitter.

“If you want to ride me, New York, just ask. I’m happy to give you the fucking ride of your life. Fuck you in all the ways. Ruin your goddamn cunt so no one else wants it but me.”

I glare. “You’re a sick asshole.”

“Yet your pussy begs for me.” He lifts my wrist, tightening his hold until I hiss, and then he looks at my fingers. “Little prey thinks she has teeth sharp enough to kill.”

He wipes a finger over his face, leaving a smear of blood that should horrify me.

It doesn’t.

A thrill hits me so hard my body spasms. “Claws. Not teeth,” I say.

“Potato, potahto. Hate me. Love me.”

“Idohate you.”

“Good. I could fucking thrive on your hate.” That sleazy, filthy smile of his is going to make me come in my dreams for years.

He licks my fingers, drags them down his chin, his throat, his firm, naked chest, until he presses them against his cock.

“Your teeth and claws are just strong enough to turn me the fuck on.”

I yank my hand free, grab his hair, and pull his head to one side. When he grabs my wrist, he tightens his grip.

“You want me, New York. Just admit it, and let’s fuck already.” He thrusts against me, that cock so hard, so big. So perfect. And his dick’s not even out of his pants.

I grind up, trying to steal some of his magic, to get relief, and he pushes down on me with his pelvis, angling so all it does is stoke those fires and leave me so frustrated I could kill.

I snatch my hand free, and he comes down, kissing me so hard and long and deep I almost black out from desire. He drives me to the edge. Swamps me.

This man is like a tidal wave barreling toward a shoreline, unstoppable and devastating.

Gathering strength, I shove him, and he rolls, taking me with him, pulling me on top of him for a heady few moments.

He shoves a hand down between us to my pussy, palms it, strokes it, then he throws me off, elbows hitting the floor.

It takes a few seconds to gather my head, and I struggle up, angry now.

I grab his belt and pull him to me. Like a crazy beast, I undo it, unzip his pants, and watch as euphoria takes him the second I wrap my fingers around his cock.

It’s hot and heavy and like steel in my hand as I jerk it, the low groans he makes edging me closer to becoming a quivering, fluttering mess for him.

Caelian Del Rossa is so beautiful it breaks me, and I’m pulled under waves of emotion. Hate, hurt, lust, need. It’s all there, wreaking havoc and causing a riot.

He grabs my hand and yanks it away, then straddles me high up, powerful thighs spread and pinning my arms down my sides. He’s a hunter about to slit open and eat the still-beating heart of his kill.

His dick juts out, and he curls a hand in my hair and tugs me up. I know what he wants.

Heart slamming, I open my mouth as he shoves his cock in, deliberately pushing against my teeth until he hits the back of my throat.

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