Page 90 of Priest and his Anarchist

“I killed someone.”

My eyes narrow on her lips, and I dampen mine to stop myself from leaning forward and doing something crazy like kissing her.

“Not just anyone. You killed someone you know.”

“No one important,” she whispers, her eyes falling to my mouth.

“How do you know that?” I ask with a curved brow. She’s like a wildfire ripping through the world. No one is prepared for her. No one but me.

“Because you’re here.”

The words hit me in the chest like a bullet.

“Priest!” Mom’s voice cuts through the hidden depth of the forest, and I whip around, covering Luna with my arms. It is both of our parents, including her two dads.

Mom looks between me and Luna before turning to Lilith.

“It would have been Priest. I am so?—”

Lilith’s head shakes from side to side. “No. It wasn’t.”

Burying my face into the side of her neck, I grind into her pussy until I hit the end of her cervix, nipping at her jaw. She is so close. So close to being there. I can continue.

Her back arches off the bed as I spread her wide with my thigh, my hand around the back of her neck to keep her in place. I kiss her. Hard. Her lips open, her tongue dancing circles around mine. Menacing, so close, so mine.

“Give me it, Madness,” I growl over her mouth, the tremor of her build rattling the caged beast inside.

I breathe in her pants, our wet bodies sliding against each other with every deep thrust. “I—” Her pending orgasm coils around my girth like barbed wire, my forehead lying against hers and a snarl teasing my lips.

Her choked moan shatters my control when her wet cunt contracts, dripping her cum down my balls as the snarl crawls over my mouth. Before I pull out, her hand flies to my chin, forcing me back to her. It shocks me, and she sees it.

“You’re mine as much as I’m yours, Rabbit.” She shifts her hips, and chills snap over my spine when her pussy slides over my cock. “And you’re not leaving until I taste you.”

Everything in the room falls away, and my jaw snaps closed. Jesus Christ, there’s more to this girl.

With her hands on my chest, she shoves me backward, and I let her, leaning on my elbows as my feet hit the ground. As she crawls off the bed, I get a firsthand look at the madness in front of me, and my lip twitches.

“Looking thoroughly fucked, Madness.”

She drops to her knees in front of me, holding my eyes as her tongue skims my balls. My hand flies into the nest of her hair when she draws it over before her lips wrap around my cock.

“Fuck. See that—” I nudge my head over my shoulder, and her eyes shift to the corner of the room where a red light flashes. “I’ll be sure to use this as porn when you’re no longer here.”

The annoyance of my words has her grip on me tighten. My laughter turns to a groan as she swallows me deep down her ribbed throat. Her tongue works a pattern that watching porndoesn’t teach, her little hands twisting the bottom of my dick that her mouth can’t touch. I jackknife deep inside, thoughts of her doing this with someone else invading every thrust. It’s animalistic the way I’d fucking rip someone apart right now. I need blood, death. To feel ice melt against my skin the same way life leaves their eyes.

Heat rushes through my balls, my breath hitching. “You’re a filthy little slut, Madness.”

“Yes.” She kisses the rim of my tip. “But only for you.”

Everything shatters around me as my fingers bite into the covers. She swallows each drop of my cum, flicking her tongue over the top before straddling my lap once more. That relenting anger is unstoppable, but I’d mastered the art of containment a long time ago, so I flip her onto her stomach and fall to my knees, my mouth covering the opening of her pussy. She’s still wet. Sweet. Needy. I bury my tongue deep inside her, feasting like a starved animal with every hungry stroke. Her hips buck against my face as I wrap my arms around her, holding her in place by her ass.

“I want you, Priest. Inside.”

Slowly standing to my feet, I drag my finger down her slit before my hand grazes the holster around her thigh. She stiffens, turning over her shoulder until her eyes land on mine.

“Priest.” It’s a warning.

My smirk widens, and the sound of her holster unclipping makes her flinch.

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