Page 37 of Kortlek

As soon as I feel Cove’s lips firmly pressed against mine, all the anger I held for him seems to vanish. My hands immediately thread through his hair, tugging on it. I don’t care if it hurts him; it fucking should hurt.

Cove groans in my mouth, and I use the opportunity to kiss him harder, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He smirks, lifting one hand to grip my throat tightly. His kisses taste like everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Like the sweetest obsession, the most sinful confession. If love is a sin, let me be sinful, because at this moment, all I can say for sure is that I’m thoroughly and completely addicted to Cove.

He tugs on my bottom lip, sucks it briefly, before kissing me with more passion than I’ve ever felt. It feels too unreal. It’s a moment I never want to end. A moan slips from me, and he pushes his hips into mine, causing heat to pool in the pit of my stomach.

I stroke the sides of his neck gently, then dig my nails into his flesh, pulling my hands down. Cove hisses in my mouth, the red marks on his neck something that he’ll have to deal with later. He squeezes my throat tighter, my heart fluttering at the sensations.

“Cove,’’ I moan into the kiss. The hand on my thigh toughens enough to leave a bruise, and I don’t care. I want him to bruise me, to mark my entire body, and to claim me as his. “I can’t breathe,’’ I manage to mumble, but he only grips my throat more.

‘‘Bunny, if you couldn’t breathe, you wouldn’t be able to speak. Now, be a good girl and stop wasting the oxygen you have left.’’

His lips find my neck, and he’s not gentle. He’s licking, biting, and sucking like a starved man. His teeth leave a mark, and I cry out in pain. He soothes the ache by pressing kisses all over the spot, his hand moving up on my thigh.

He’s teasing me. His rough, callous fingers reach the hem of my underwear, but he makes no attempt to touch me properly. Instead, he fiddles with the flimsy fabric, tugging on it and running his fingers all over it — except for the spot I need him the most.

He moves down to my cleavage, burying his face there and inhaling. My entire body seems to be set ablaze at the simple action, my panties dampening further. He takes a deep breath, inhaling my scent before placing hickeys all over my chest. I don’t think he left a single spot without a mark, and I can’t say I don’t find it arousing.

When I least expect it, he hooks his finger on the hem of my underwear, and with no warning, rips it off me. The fabric falls down on the tiled floor of the bathroom stall, and his fingers trace the outline of my pussy, yet not giving me the satisfaction of being touched where I need it.

“Fucking hell,’’ he moans in my chest. “you’re soaked, bunny. Do I make you this drenched, huh?”

All I can come up with is a weak nod, unable to form a sentence.

“Listen carefully, bunny,’’ he lifts his head, a mere inch from my face. “I’ve been holding myself back for a long, long time. It won’t be gentle, and it sure as fuck won’t be kind. Do you remember your safe word?”

I nod.

“Words, bunny. I need you to tell me that.’’

“Yes, I remember my safe word.’’

“Good,’’ he says through a growl, kissing me yet again. He presses fully against me, pinning me against the door with his entire body. I can feel his muscles under the shirt, crushing against my body. A moan slips from me, the sound of his belt coming undone sending a wave of pleasure down my body.

He pulls his cock out, slapping my pussy with it a couple of times. He coats his head with my arousal, his precum mixing with it. For a moment, he’s just teasing me, pressing against my entrance without actually pushing in.

A whine slips from me, and I grip his shoulders tightly.

Cove chuckles. “What’s wrong, bunny? Is there something you want?”

I nod.

“Oh, yeah?” He lowers his voice. It’s dangerously low, gravelly, and nearly enough to make me come with no penetration, and that would be a first. “What do you want from me, bunny?”

A knot forms in my throat. “I want you to fuck me, Cove.’’

His eyes darken a shade, and a sadistic smirk tugs on the corner of his lips. A chuckle comes from him, sending my mind into a frenzy.

“You want me to fuck you in a bathroom stall? My, my, you truly are a good little slut, aren’t you, bunny?” His hand comes back to my throat, gripping tightly. “Beg for my cock, bunny.’’

My mind is screaming at me to push him off me and leave. The prideful side of me tries to reach the surface, but the whore in me wins. Begging a man to fuck me is something I’ve never done, but when it comes to Cove?

I’d beg on my knees for his cock if necessary. Anything to feel him inside of me, to feel that thick monster break me in half, to feel him come so deep inside of me that it’ll be leaking for days to follow. I swallow my pride and look directly into his eyes.

My arms wrap around his neck. “Please, Cove.’’

“Please what, bunny?”

“Please, fuck me. Fuck me until I can’t walk. Use my pussy until you fill me up completely. Please, Cove,’’ I whisper.

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