Page 19 of Virgil's Demons

She tilted her head, her lips brushing against mine in the barest of touches, sending a shock of electricity through me. "Maybe I need this as much as you do. Maybe I want to be claimed and owned."

"You don't know what you're talking about?"

"I know I dream of you," she responded while trailing her fingertips up beneath the rim of my t-shirt. Her warm hands ran over my taut muscles.

"What kind of dreams?" I asked.

Her light eyes focused on me. "Dark, dangerous dreams."

"Describe them to me," I asked, running my hand into the dark locks of her soft hair, grabbing her by the nape of her neck and forcing her to keep her eyes locked on me as she tried to shy away.

"Describe them," I ordered.

She swallowed nervously and then proceeded to tell me. With each word, she grinded herself onto my cock, almost as if trying to relieve that sensual pain that vibrated against her core.

"You-you fucked me," she emphasized the word, licking her lips as she spoke. "You hurt and fucked me but the hurt felt so good."

I growled low in my throat, the sound rumbling from deep within me. "Did I hurt you bad?"

She nodded. "You made me bleed," she whimpered.

"Did you like it?"

She nodded once more. "So much, it scared me."

And without thinking, I crushed my lips to hers, the kiss hard and demanding. She responded immediately, her mouth opening to mine, her hands tangling in my hair, sliding my shirt off as she pulled me closer.

Her taste was intoxicating, sweet and dangerous, and I couldn't get enough. I kissed her harder, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her against me until there was nothing between us but heat and desire. She moaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me, fueling the fire that was already raging out of control.

I broke the kiss, breathing hard, my forehead pressed to hers as I tried to catch my breath. "This is dangerous," I muttered, but even as the words left my mouth, I knew I didn't mean them.

She smirked, her hands sliding down my chest, her fingers brushing over the inked symbols that marked my skin. "You don't seem like the type to avoid danger."

Her touch was light, teasing, but it felt like fire on my skin. I sucked in a breath, trying to control the whirlwind of need that was threatening to consume me.

She leaned in close, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Tell me what you want, Virgil."

My body reacted to her words, my pulse quickening, blood rushing south. My hands slid up her thighs and over that delectable curve of her ass. I slid her over me, making sure she could feel the heat of my cock pressing against her core.

I growled low, my voice rough. "I want you."

Her eyes darkened, her lips curving into that dangerously soft, sensual smile again. She leaned back slightly, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt, slowly lifting it over her head,revealing the smooth, tattooed skin beneath. My breath caught in my throat as she straddled me me, bare and unapologetic.

"Then take me," she whispered.

I didn't need to be told twice. I pulled her to me, my lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was all fire and fury, raw and unrestrained. Her body molded to mine, soft and yielding, and I could feel the tension in her muscles as she arched into me, her nails digging into my back, pulling me closer.

Without breaking the kiss, I reached for the small knife I kept hidden, the blade cold against my hand. I could feel her breath hitch as I dragged the flat of the blade against her skin, teasing the edge just enough to make her gasp.

She moaned softly, her body trembling against mine, and I knew she wanted more. I slid the tip of the blade against the material at her core, ripping at it slightly. She moaned and yelped as with my hands, I finished the job, ripping her leggings until I could see the soft lace of her panties covering her pussy.

I flipped her on the table, sliding her back against the leather cot so I could have my way with her. I tore away the remnants of the leggings and she lay there for me, displayed beautifully in black lace panties and bra, her nipples protruding through the soft material.

"Should I lock the door?" I questioned, staring at the open door.

"I don't care," she whispered back while tugging my face to focus on her once again.

The door forgotten, I pressed the blade against her thigh, just enough to draw a thin line of red. The sight of her blood sent a shiver down my spine, a primal urge rising within me.

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