Page 36 of Priest and his Anarchist

“Why now?” My eyes narrow on hers. Fuck, her body is a work of art. In all the time I’ve known her, I pictured her naked more than once, but never did I even come close to how perfect she looks.

So fucking perfect.

Blood spills from the gash at her side, and I reach forward and catch it before lifting it to my lips and licking it off.

“Am I not dying enough for you to fuck me, Rabbit?” She bats her lashes, and my blood turns hot. A side I’ve not seen from her threatens to come near, and I sit up, tearing the dress down further.

She falls forward, her tongue gliding over my chin. “Fuck me. I won’t ask you again.” Her body turns limp as she falls to the side, but I catch her in time.

She looks up at me as I make my way between her thighs. “You hurt me.”

“I did.” I brush her hair away from her face. She’s beautiful. Nothing like the girls I keep. No one will come close enough to even compare, but it doesn’t matter because soon, she’ll die.

I leave teeth marks down her chest, lapping each dent as I go. Sucking the swell of her nipple into my mouth, I realize right here that I'd fucked up. I should have been doing this all along.

My cock grows hard as she arches into me with a cough. I groan, forcing the rest of the dress off. I'm probably looking down at her body as if it's the first one I've ever seen. In a way, it is, since for some fucked-up reason, this is different.

It feels. Different.

Rage hums through my veins but not enough to take over, and when the glow of her blood spills over her stomach, I cover her with my body with my own, grasping her cheek and forcing her lips onto mine.

“You’re gonna regret this, but it’s too late to back out now,” I mumble into her mouth.

She answers with soft whimpers. “No, I won’t.”

I slide inside her with one thrust. “Fuck.”

She catches my curse with her mouth, her hips meeting mine with a slight roll. Her muscles tense around me, so fucking tight I already know what this is about.

“A virgin,” I growl over her lips.

“Told you I didn’t fuck Vaden,” she whispers, my hips grinding into her. I’ve never fucked a girl who lived to talk about it. Not that I want her to die, because I don’t. Her time isn’t done. I haven’t got what I need but for right now…

Her throat throbs against my hand as her body shifts up the wall with every thrust. “Shut the fuck up.”

With soft whimpers leaving her lips, her fingers leave her scent everywhere they touch. Tremors skim my spine as sweat glides from my head and onto hers.

“Are you gonna kill me?”

“You already know how this ends…” I withdraw from her and trace the lines of her body, cleaning the blood off her belly before lifting her leg onto my shoulder.

“What—”

I hook my thumb into her holster and force her leg wide, lowering my mouth to her pussy. Her taste lingers on my tongue, and I growl against her clit, my finger dipping inside. She buries the heel of her foot into my shoulder as her breathing becomes rapid, heavy, and desperate.

The first shudders roll through her body, triggering my own. Releasing her, she grabs me by the back of my neck, forcing me up her body.

I should stop.

I always fucking stop.

Her wet cunt tightens around my cock when she directs herself back over me. Searing heat prickles the back of my eyes.

“Fuck,” I growl, squeezing her hips and lifting her leg to rest against me. It’s unrelenting. Every second that passes, I fall deeper into her.

My lips crash against hers, and she catches them with her teeth. The moan she releases sends me into a spiral as sweat trickles off my face.

I need to regain control. She can’t—her hand lands on the back of my neck, holding me in place. “If you don’t finish with me, I’ll think I was just another pretty girl on your wall of death, Rabbit.” She brushes her nose against the tip of mine. “So now it’s your turn to fall.”

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