Page 39 of Butcher

“Fuck,” he muttered, the fingers of his free hand digging into my hip while he held me still.

I was going to have bruises everywhere, but I didn’t care. The orgasm crashed through me and it was like being hit by lightning. My whole body seized and released. I felt boneless.

His mouth left my pussy and he was standing up, shedding his boots and jeans. Then he was there, naked, his cock jutting out, the head red and already dripping with pre-cum.

I licked my lips as I watched him. Reveling in the endorphins as his big body covered mine on the mattress.

I clamped my thighs around his hips, winding an arm around the back of his neck and jerking him down for a kiss. I enjoyed the way we wrestled with each other as we made love. My inside voice snorted in amusement at ‘make love.’ A yelp broke my words off as he slammed inside me.

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to stare into those mesmerizing eyes of his. “I fucking love how mouthy you are. How talented you are.” I knew he meant at killing. He pulled back and snapped his hips forward, filling me. My groan of appreciation was swallowed up by another kiss. When he broke it, he licked my face, and sank his teeth into my jaw.

I jerked away from his bite, scowling at him. “That hurt!”

“But you liked it.”

I paused at that and considered his words. He was right. The little bite of pain was only enhancing the pleasure I was feeling.

He caught my wrists as I shoved at his chest and pinned them tothe mattress. He grinned down at me as he ground our hips together. “I already told you I’m an asshole, Terror. I’m used to doing whatever I want. It’s something you’ll have to get used to while you’re with me.”

It was almost like he wanted to say something else, but held back. I didn’t question it because he started fucking me and there was no way for me to hold back against the onslaught of sensations he was bringing to my body.

“I can’t,” I cried as he filled me over and over with his cock. It was hitting places that made fireworks explode behind my eyes, but I wasn’t sure I could climax again. It was too overwhelming.

“You can do it.” His eyes bored into mine. “Give me another.”

“Fuck!”

“Do it,” he growled. “That’s it. Just like that.” He was reading my body and knew I was giving in to his demands.

Some piece of me knew he’d just keep fucking me until I did what he wanted. Not that I was ready to complain yet. I already knew what he was going to be like. He was possessive, and territorial, a complete dick, but he would take care of any woman he loved like she was the most precious thing in the world. When he wasn’t ordering her around anyway.

“Now, Terror.”

My whole body bowed and I screamed his name.

He thrust into me one last time, his whole body freezing as he came, his cock pulsing deep inside of me.

I opened my eyes and stared at him. We were both panting. Sweat gleamed on his skin. He was still inside of me, our bodies still joined.

He dropped his forehead to mine, his breath hot against my face.

“Damn it,” I sighed.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I muttered, because it was too late. I’d forgotten to remind him about a condom. Too wrapped up in him to think clearly. I was going to have to figure out a way to keep my head from getting all foggy around him because we were playing with fire. I tracked my cycle religiously, so I was sure we were fine for now, but it wouldn’t take long before I’d be in deep shit if he keptcoming in me. “Why am I here, Butcher? Why do you insist on helping me?”

“Because.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Terror,” he said, lifting his head and looking down at me.

“Yeah?” I wasn’t sure how I felt about the nickname he’d given me, but that wasn’t what was important here.

“Stop asking questions you don’t want the answer to.” When I narrowed my eyes on him, he shrugged. “You’re not ready.”

When I opened my mouth to argue, he kissed me. My eyes widened when I felt him growing hard inside me once more. When he began to move, I moaned. Could a girl die from too many orgasms?

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