Page 31 of One Love

I suck on his fingers and it’s like melted butter on my tongue, then I bite him. Not hard enough to break the skin, but when I do, he groans. The sound goes straight between my thighs and when he grabs the back of my head with his free hand, yanking my head backward to give him access to my throat, I let him.

The throbbing between my legs is insistent, no longer allowing me to ignore one of my baser instincts. To fuck.

“Fine. You can stay.” My voice is breathy, full of as much need as his responding growl.

He chuckles against my neck as he continues to nip and suck, the small bites of pain sending shocks to every nerve ending in my body. Knife still in hand, I grip his T-shirt and slice down the front of it, ripping it open and grazing his chest at the same time. He hisses at the contact and pulls my hair back harder so he can get to my lips with his again.

The kiss is desperate, feral, full of tongues and teeth and lips pressed against each other with need. Dmitry slides the zipper of my jacket down and pushes it from my shoulders, his other hand still gripping at my hair, controlling my movements. He releases my hair long enough for me to rip off my black tank top and push down my pants, only my panties left on my otherwise naked body. At the same time, he steps out of his jeans bending slightly to grip just under my ass. He lifts me and isn’t gentle about slamming me onto the kitchen counter.

It’s cold against my ass, but the chill is quickly forgotten as Dmitry takes my nipple between his teeth and bites down. He pays special attention to them before grabbing the knife from my hand for himself. With measured movements, he steps back a little and rakes his eyes all over me. Then he uses the tip of the knife to mark my chest by dragging it across my skin from my clavicle to my belly button. I now have the same faint red line as I marked him with.

“Fucking beautiful.” His growl vibrates against my breast as he attacks my nipple with his mouth again.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“Soon, Little Demon.” He chuckles again and works his lips down my stomach, squeezing one of my tits with his left hand and gripping my thigh tightly with his right.

The kisses are interspersed with tiny bites of pain that have me thrusting my hips to try and get some friction from somewhere. I’m not disappointed as his tongue finds my clit and I groan loudly. His teeth and fingers join the party down there and I’m aneedy fucking mess already. He rips a hole in my panties instead of pulling them off or shoving them to one side, giving him the access I wouldn’t have denied him anyway.

My body is a traitorous bitch, but I don’t care, this feels fucking insanely good. His fingers work magic as he twists them in and out of my pussy, furiously lapping at my clit. It’s like he’s eating his favorite meal and can’t get enough. The groans and growls coming from his throat are an aphrodisiac to my growing orgasm and I ride his face to bring myself closer.

He’s still squeezing and kneading my tits in his palm, pinching my nipples each time he bites at my clit. The pain is followed each time with indisputable pleasure.

“Yes!” I scream out as an orgasm rips through my body and I buck against his relentless mouth.

It’s not enough. I need more of this, of him.

“Stop screwing around and fuck me already.” I look down at him and he meets my gaze with my clit in between his teeth.

He raises an eyebrow and slowly backs up a little. As if a thought has just come to him, he picks up the knife he dropped on the counter beside me and begins rubbing the hilt against my wet pussy, soaking it in my cum.

“Like this?” he asks, pressing the tip just inside me, his eyes still on mine as his palm grips the blade and he pushes it further.

I gasp at the sensation, my eyes growing heavy with lust as a small trickle of blood falls from his fist and he pulls the knife out. Hissing, he drops the bloody knife onto the floor, but that dangerous grin remains in place. He pushes his boxers down, giving me the perfect view of his now fully-naked body.

It’s a fucking masterpiece. The Celtic design from his bicep travels across his shoulder and partially on his hard, smooth chest, and I can’t help the tip of my lips when I notice the design blends into the Death Star over his pec and ribs on one side.Taking in his naked form is something I’d like to take my time with, because I don’t anticipate seeing it again after this.

There’s still a faint red line down the center of his chest where I scratched him with my knife earlier, and I want to lick it, to revel in the mark I gave him.

“Do you want my cock, Little Demon? My cock that is so hard for you it fucking hurts.”

I nod, desperate to be filled by him.

“Words, Little Demon. This only works if you really want it.” He doesn’t step toward me, but I can see he really wants to. His restraint is impressive.

Raising a brow of my own, I grip my tit with my palm and pinch my own nipple, then slide my other hand over my clit and groan when I make contact. It’s still tingling from my previous orgasm and won’t take much to bring another one forward.

Dmitry’s breathing gets heavier, more erratic as he glares at me with amusement.

“Fuck me now, Dmitry, or I’ll do it myself.” I moan lightly and push a finger inside myself, squeezing my nipple at the same time.

He doesn’t need telling twice, it seems, because in the next moment he grabs my wrists and holds them above my head before lining himself up with my eager pussy. His mouth presses against mine in a searing kiss and my toes curl when he pushes inside me. We both groan loudly, as if we’ve been waiting our whole lives to feel this pleasure. I close my eyes for a second at the euphoria rushing through my system and dig my fingers into his back, holding on tightly with the hope that he never stops pounding into me.

Scratching into his skin seems to spur him on and his thrusts are vigorous as I feel the draw of blood beneath my fingernails. Our moans morph into screams, the sounds of pleasure filling the space around us, and I’m glad for the soundproofing I hadinstalled when I bought the place. I have no doubt my neighbors would be calling the police with the noises we’re making.

If at all possible, his movements as he pounds in and out of me are more frantic than before and I know he’s as close as I am. He brings a hand up to my throat and collars me, putting pressure in just the right places, which nearly sends me over the edge of the cliff. Our mouths are practically sealed together as we taste each other, claim each other, own each other, and he continues to fuck me like his life depends on it.

“I can’t hold it back anymore, Little Demon.” He drops my wrists and squeezes his fingers into my hip while his other hand keeps a firm collar around my throat. “Come all over my cock.”

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