Page 38 of Stalking Wendy Darling

“Get this thing off,” he growled in that gravelly, inhuman way that made me hot and cold at once. He pulled at my shirt until I helped him remove it, and he showed a blatant disregard for the garment by throwing it across the room, reaching for my trousers with a wild impatience that made my blood spike and heat burn like a furnace inside me. “And these are an insult to my every sensibility,” he growled, fighting with the fastenings single-handed.

When I moved to crawl off him to remove them, his hand fastened to my hip, denying me a single inch of space from him.

“You’re like one of those dogs who wants to play fetch but refuses to relinquish the ball.”

“A dog,” he repeated, his voice quieter, deeper. Hairs pricked along the back of my neck, a delicious fear joining my pleasure.

“A verycutedog,” I assured him, executing a magic trick by wiggling out of my pants, one leg at a time. When I settled over him, the hot velvet of his cock stroked over my bare pussy, and we both groaned.

There was no illusion that I controlled our kisses this time. Possessive fingers wrapped around my neck, bringing me down for a biting, sucking kiss that made me throb and drip all over him. I was so aroused it hurt, so needy I rolled my hips, trying to get him inside me. The tilt of the ship thwarted me when I was so close, the Banshee itself a damn cockblock.

“Needy little mutineer,” Hook laughed when my hips jerked at the way he sucked my tongue, scraping his teeth to make my heart race. Every last scrap of pain in my body vanished, myinjuries forgotten. “Your body’sbeggingfor my cock. You might be a killer and a thief but one kiss and you’re mine, aren’t you?”

His hips rolled against me in a way that made my breath catch, answering his taunt far less important than giving myself over to the relief and pleasure that every stroke of his cock gifted my clit. I gripped his shoulders, the heat and strength of him like a drug when mixed with pleasure. I matched his movements without conscious thought, my eyelids low.

“Did I say you could stop kissing me?” Hook demanded, fingers tightening around my throat. His other arm banded across my back, muscles flexing as he controlled the motion of my hips. I was at his mercy, his to do with whatever he pleased, and that should have scared me, but I was far too desperate to feel that fear.

I kissed him with a roughness that mirrored the way I clasped his shoulders, the way I dragged my pussy along the hard length of his shaft. I would burn the feeling of his mouth into my tongue, bruise his lips as badly as he’d bruised mine. I nipped his bottom lip, teeth sinking a little too hard, and blood bloomed across my tongue, making me groan.

“Wendy,” he warned, his deep voice lighting up all my senses. “I said kiss me, not bite me.”

“I want all of you,” I confessed, sinking one hand into his hair, tilting his face so I could kiss him deeper, my tongue ruthless in its hot exploration. Hook’s hand found my nipple, tugging hard enough to make sensation spike from my breast to my clit. I refused to stop kissing him, letting the storm of stimulation drive me to madness.

He tore his lips from mine with a groan so low and bestial I almost came right there, turned on by the reminder of how easily could he have shifted to his monstrous form and wrapped me in constrictive, suffocating tentacles?1

“Wendy,” Hook hissed like a curse, his voice sharp and soft at once. His thumb stroked my nipple as his gaze settled on my face, moving from my lust-hazy eyes to my flushed cheeks to my swollen lips as I grazed the bottom with my teeth.

“Fuck,” he grunted. He flipped us so suddenly that I was under him before the room stopped spinning. On all fours, Hook positioned me how he wanted, my ass propped high, my elbows keeping my chest off the bed. “Hands on the headboard, darling.”

A wave of heat went through me, gathering heat and fire the lower it kissed my skin, until my pussy clenched around air, desperate for him. I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the cool wood of his headboard, a shiver raising goosebumps on my spine as I waited, unable to see him, to predict his next touch.

I arched into his touch as he mapped the goosebumps on my back with his wrist, travelling lower, lower, and stopping before he could graze my pussy where I so badly needed touch.

“You’re so beautifully responsive,” he said with reverence that made me melt. “Normally, I would reward such good behaviour by giving you three orgasms first, but this is what bad girls get for calling me a dog.”

A cry ripped from my lips and bounced off the low ceilings when he palmed my ass in his rough hand, the head of his cock brushing my entrance with a split second’s warning before he drove into me. The sudden stretch burned, awakening every nerve in my body, diverting every ounce of brain function to the sensation. My head dropped, my forehead hitting the pillow as I panted. Hook’s legs brushed the backs of mine as he withdrew and drove deeper with a grunt. It took three more before he was buried from hilt to base, and by then I’d completely forgotten how to do anything except grip the headboard and pant moaning breaths.

“Good girls,” he told me in a rumble, “get slow, patient love. Bad girls get fucked rough and fast. Bad girls get cock so deep they can feel it in their guts.” To emphasise his point he slid out all the way and thrust in an explosive use of power, hitting so deep that my eyes crossed.

“Hook,” I gasped, my breaths coming faster, the way he handled me and spoke to me almost unbearable. My clit ached,pleadingto be touched.

“No,” he said firmly. “Good girls get their way. Bad girls take what they’re given.” He increased his pace, not softening the roughness of his treatment, making sure I felt him in every damn inch of me. “Bad girls get fucked like whores.” He leaned over me, my back arching at the feeling of hot skin on mine, the contact fulfilling a need I usually tried to ignore. Lips brushed my ear, hot breath sending another shiver through me. “And bad girls like it, don’t they, Wendy?”

I didn’t need to answer. My pussy clamped around him in a powerful spasm, pushing me closer.Soclose. A cool sense of warning rushed through me when Hook folded my fingers tighter around the head board.

“Better hold on tight, my bad girl. Feel that?” He ground his cock in mind-melting circles and my chest fell against the bed, my eyes slamming shut. “Feel how hard you make me? Even when you’re trying to kill me, I’m so goddamn hard for you. You drive me insane, Wendy.”

His teeth grazed my throat, canines pressing deep enough to threaten a bite. “And now I’m inside you, I don’t think I can ever go without you.” I tilted my neck when his tongue flattened to my pulse, sucking in a way that made my inner muscles bear down on him. We both groaned. “I’m never letting you go. You’llneverescape me.”

He slid out and drove back inside in a rush, setting a punishing pace that made me glad I had a good grip of thewooden slats. Hook fucked me with so much passion, so much obsession, that I felt it in each movement. Every deep thrust was a claim, echoed in his growling breaths. My thighs shook. His hand bruised my hip, hot against my skin as he lined my ass up in a way that adjusted the angle of his strokes so devastatingly. I began to fall apart, teeth biting my lip as moans poured freely.

“Hook, god, please,” I whined, so far from the woman who declared him her enemy and drove a sword’s blade through his shoulder, and I could not care one bit. This felt so good it was insane. I never wanted it to end.

“Look at you,” he groaned. “Taking all of me so damn perfectly.”

His breath hitched; the sound drove me to madness. His hand tightened on my hip, his other arm locked under my hips as skin slapped skin, the sound of him fucking me erotic and divine.

Heat crawled up my neck, my breaths panting, desperate. When his hand skimmed up my back, wrapping around my shoulder so he could fuck me harder, still grazing that euphoric spot inside me, I took one hand off the head board, my clitachingfor stimulation.

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