Page 104 of Beautiful Prey

He stroked his cock several more times, then a low groan escaped him as his body shuddered. I felt the strips of hot cum along my stomach and across my breasts. It should have felt so dirty and wrong. With Emery, it didn’t.

And I liked that a little too much.

He shifted back over my legs, his gaze falling across my body again, now marked by him.

“This is unreal. I fell asleep and am dreaming and now I’m scared I’ll wake up to find you gone,” he said.

I licked my lips. “Maybe I’m sleeping too. I’ve had enough dreams like this that it might be true.”

His eyes darkened again. “Can’t taste in my dreams. Better be sure.” He spread my thighs, then lowered himself. He raised his mask above his face so that it settled on his head.

His lips were on me, his tongue swirling across my clit. A choking cry escaped up my throat. I sat up on my elbows and arched my back, throwing my hips against him. Staring at that damn skull, I felt myself tightening, the explosion of heat and pleasure consuming me. I moaned and whimpered, even pled. It was painful, so devastatingly painful. I rolled my hips, unable to stop myself. Then I saw his tongue plunging in me and I lost it.

Screaming, I came against his mouth.

When the waves swept through me, I hardly had time to react as he lifted himself, shoving his mask over his face. He pulledme from the floor, wrapping my legs around him. Picking me up, he almost slammed me against one wall by the front door. His breath was hard as he positioned me the way he wanted, lifting my legs, making me curl up against him as he crushed me against the wall.

As he gripped my thighs, he steadied himself, then pressed his cock to my center. I sucked in a breath as he plunged into me.

“Do you know how good you feel?” he whispered. As he pinned me with his hips to keep me in place, one hand gripped my knee while another encased my throat, jerking my face up to meet his. “You can’t escape this, Evee. Neither of us can, baby.”

He slid deeper, winding me up again. His body moved slowly at first as if he was savoring every single stroke. I whimpered again, like prey trapped in his claws. He quickened the more he saw my reaction, until he was driven out of his mind, slamming against me, pounding into me while pinning me to the wall. I could feel the wet heat between us as his hips hit my ass.

I felt how badly he’d wanted to let go, wanted to take me. He drove into me as my nails dug into his arms.

Breath for breath, body to body, he took everything he wanted from me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

I was on fire. How ironic. He made me burn, after all.

I clung to him, barely able to hold on, my body throbbing against his.

Not a noise in the house except my breathless panting. Outside, I thought I heard a dog barking from far away.

I stared at the red skull face smiling at me. Victorious. Hungry. Wickedly ecstatic.

His hand on my throat trailed to my jaw, his thumb tracing over my lips with a loving caress. My eyelids fluttered shut at his touch.

“Evee,” he said, as softly as his touch.

My hands dropped from his shoulders as my body grew heavy, unable to support myself.

“Oh, sweetheart, you were so good,” he breathed after a moment of just us kneeling on the ground, recovering. “So fucking good.”

I laid my temple on his shoulder. Suddenly, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh or cry. Because I felt relieved. I felt good. Too good. I felt amazing. And it had been Emery who gave me that feeling. It was so surreal, so crazy, I didn’t know how to process it.

I made a barely audible cry, unable to contain it, and he must have heard because he released me, cupping my face, forcing me to look at him again.

“Oh baby, don’t cry. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

I was overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the last couple hours. Hell, the last few days. I didn’t think I had it in me to cry again after the last time and I hated crying now, but I couldn’t stop. Then I started laughing too because of how absurd I felt. How it all felt. So much emotion I couldn’t handle it.

“Fuck, I broke you. Jesus, Evee.” He brought me back to him. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” He squished my face into his chest, and I laughed some more. I calmed down after a minute of him rocking me and kissing my head—or rather attempting to as his mask brushed against me. I patted his arm to let him know I was okay.

“What can I do?”

I licked my lips and swallowed before I croaked out, “Shower.”

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