Page 67 of Stalker

"Good." I nip at his lower lip. "Because I'm not going anywhere."

His chest rumbles with approval as he deepens the kiss. One hand cups the back of my neck while the other grips myhip, pulling me closer. The familiar edges of his bone spurs dig into my skin through my clothes, marking me as his. My collar warms against my throat, a constant reminder of our bond.

This is home. This is where I belong. Not in my father's twisted world of lies and cruelty, but here in Bruticus's arms, wrapped in pure honest love.

His teeth catch the hem of my blouse. Sharp canines rip through delicate fabric with surgical precision. Cool air kisses my exposed belly as Bruticus drags his tongue across the newly revealed skin.

"So sweet," he purrs against my navel. "Need to taste every inch."

The remains of my top flutter to the ground. His mouth blazes a trail up my ribs, setting every nerve ending on fire. When he reaches the band of my bra, those deadly teeth make short work of it too.

My head falls back against the wall as he lavishes attention on my breasts. "Oh god..."

He growls in satisfaction at my response. The sound vibrates through me, drawing out a desperate moan. His teeth scrape gently across my collar bone before moving lower again.

My skirt surrenders to the same treatment. Each new patch of exposed thigh gets christened with kisses and licks that leave me trembling. By the time he removes my underwear, my legs can barely hold me up.

The last scraps of fabric drift to join the pile at our feet. Bruticus pulls back just enough to drink in the sight of me, his red eyes blazing with hunger and possession.

"I'm going to need a bigger wardrobe budget." The words come out breathless and shaky.

His arms wrap around me, crushing my naked body against his chest. The bone spurs press deliciously into my soft flesh.

"Or just be naked all the time." The growl rumbles through his chest before he claims my mouth in a searing kiss.

Strong hands grip my hips and spin me around. The sudden movement sends a thrill down my spine. Cool air kisses my exposed skin.

"What are you doing?" A heated giggle escapes my lips.

Something soft brushes against my face - the remains of my blouse. He wraps it around my eyes, blocking my vision. The silk slides smooth against my skin, still warm from where it touched me before.

The world goes dark, heightening every other sensation. His chest presses against my back, bone spurs scraping deliciously along my spine. The collar at my throat pulses with warmth.

In one fluid motion, he scoops me up. My stomach lurches as he tosses me over his shoulder. Blood rushes to my head, making me dizzy in the best way.

"Are you carrying me off to bed?" I tease, trailing my fingers down his back. "It's about time-"

SMACK

His palm connects with my exposed bottom. The sharp sting blooms into pleasure, pulling a cry from my throat. Heat spreads across my skin where he struck, mingling with the throb of desire already coursing through me.

SMACK

I yelp as Bruticus's hand lands on my bottom again. "Bruticus! What are you doing?" I giggle, squirming on his shoulder.

"Punishing you," he growls, his voice a low rumble. "For making me worry."

SMACK

"Ow!" I squeal, kicking my legs playfully. "That hurts!"

"Good," he says, rubbing the sting away. His fingers slip between my cheeks, brushing against my pussy. I gasp, my body tensing with surprise and pleasure.

"Bruticus..." I moan, my voice breathy.

SMACK

His hand comes down again, the sting mingling with the pleasure from his touch. I squirm, trying to escape the next smack, but his strong arm holds me firmly in place.

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