Page 8 of Slash Me Savagely

With a trembling hand, my fingers found the slick heat between my legs. I gasped at the contact, my body arching involuntarily as I imagined Matt's touch replacing my own.

My hips moved in time with the rhythm of my fingers, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I could almost hear the roughness of Matt's voice, whispering dark promises in my ear as he claimed me as his own.

The tension built within me, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring wound too tight. I could feel myself teetering on the edge, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Oh, Matt," I murmured. "Oh,Matt. Yes, please!"

And then, with a final stroke, I tumbled over the edge, my body shuddering with the force of my release. I cried out; the sound muffled by the pillow pressed against my face as I rode out the waves of pleasure that washed over me.

"Such a good little girl, aren't you?" a low voice said, emerging from my closet. "Are you ready to come for me again?"

Chapter 6

Matt

Istepped out from the shadows of Gemma's closet, each footfall a whispered secret on the carpet. Her room was a sanctuary of soft light and even softer breaths, her flushed form a magnet drawing me in. I reached her bed, looming over her. I couldn't resist any longer. I leaned down, my face inches from her warmth. I tasted her, a slight graze of my lips against her skin.

"W-what—?" Gemma snapped her eyes open, her voice a faded murmur. But I didn't stop. I couldn't. I trailed kisses down her body, my hands gently parting her thighs.

She jolted, her body tensing. "What are you doing here?" Her voice was a hiss, a mixture of shock and disbelief. She tried to squirm away, but I held onto her hips, my grip firm yet gentle. “How–”

"Stop," I whispered, my breath hot on her skin. "I know you want this. I know you want me. I heard you scream my name when you came. I want you to do it again."

She struggled, her body writhing beneath my touch. "Let go of me," she demanded, but her voice lacked conviction.

"Shh,printsessa," I soothed, my thumbs drawing circles on her hipbones. "Let me make you feel good."

She stilled, her breath hitching in her throat. I could feel her pulse quickening, her body betraying her as she responded to my touch. I leaned in, my intentions clear. Her protests died on her lips, replaced by a soft gasp as I began to explore her, my tongue tracing patterns on her most intimate place. Her body arched, a silent plea for more. And I obliged, losing myself in her taste, her scent, her essence.

"I... I have a boyfriend," she whispered, her voice barely audible, a feeble protest lost in the heat of our exchange.

But her body told a different story.

I felt her growing wetter, her scent intoxicating, her taste... it was a drug I'd never get enough of.

I lapped at her, my tongue relentless, drawing out a gasp from deep within her. She tried to close her legs, to deny me, but I was too far gone. I growled, the sound primal, possessive.

"I will make you come." I slid a finger inside her, her warmth enveloping me, her body betraying her words.

"You can't—" she started, but her voice hitched as I curled my finger, finding that spot that made her hips buck. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as I stroked her, my tongue and fingers working in tandem, driving her to the edge.

"Tell me to stop," I challenged, my voice a low rumble against her flesh. I looked up, my eyes meeting hers, daring her to deny what her body so clearly wanted. Her eyes were wild, her pupils dilated, her lips parted in a silent plea.

She didn't tell me to stop. Instead, her hands found my hair, her fingers tangling in the strands, pulling me closer. I took that as my cue, my tongue flicking against her clit, my finger moving faster, harder. Her body tensed, her breath caught, and I knew she was close.

"Come for me,printsessa," I commanded, my voice a harsh whisper.

And she did. Her body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her, her cry of pleasure filling the room. I didn't stop, not until I'd wrung every last drop of pleasure from her, not until her body went limp, her breath coming in soft pants.

Only then did I pull away, my face glistening with her release. I looked up at her, our eyes locking. "You're mine now," I said, my voice steady, sure. "And I'm never letting you go."

Gemma's body trembled beneath me, her breath hitching as tears welled up in her eyes. They spilled over, tracing silver paths down her cheeks. I lowered myself onto her, my cock throbbing with need. Her eyes widened, fear and desire battling within their depths.

"Please," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Please, don't."

I leaned down, my tongue catching her tears, their saltiness a stark contrast to her sweetness. I slid my hands under her, cradling her head, my thumbs brushing away her tears. Her body shivered, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"I won't hurt you," I murmured, my lips brushing against her skin. "I promise."

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