Page 163 of Pretty Poisoned

"Don't be greedy, Teagan," he says, holding the knife to my throat. "Just relax. Do you have any idea how much I've missed your tight little pussy? I'm going to take my time with it."

Biting his lower lip, he continues to fuck me slowly. I close my eyes and do my best to be good like he wants, but it's impossible. It's heaven and hell at the same time—the way he fills me, the head of his cock running over my g-spot but far too slowly. I curl my toes and wriggle my hips against him as he moves inside of me, hoping to break the control he has or, at the very least, increase the pressure against my clit.

The way I'm whimpering with each torturous thrust sounds like crying, and I almost want to. My eyes run down his body, away from the way he's biting his lip as sweat gleams on his forehead, down to his abs, and the way they flex as he drives into me.

It doesn't help, either.

"Declan…" I close my eyes and let my head drop to the side, feeling the knife dig into my throat when I do.

"Look at me when I'm fucking you, kitten," he says.

I groan before turning back to him and opening my eyes, finding his in the dark.

"Fuck," he groans, setting the knife to the side. "Grab your ankles, Teagan."

Bringing my knees into my body, I grab my ankles and hold them out above my head. Instantly, he lowers his body and sinks into me, pumping his cock into me faster, and I finally get that extra pressure I was desperate for while he licks blood from my neck and along my jaw.

"Oh, god," I moan. "Oh, god, I'm going to come like this."

"Tell me that you missed me again," he rasps against my neck.

"I missed you," I tell him. "I missed getting fucked by you. I missed the way you taste. I missed being your kitten. I need you."

He runs his hand over my face and then into my hair, grabbing a fist full near the roots before bringing his bloodstained lips to mine, thrusting into me hard and fast.

His tongue tastes of iron and a bit like whiskey when it slips past my lips. It's a heady combination while I'm on the brink of orgasm, and since I'm still holding my ankles and desperate to touch more of him somehow, I have to fight myself not to lose control and sink my teeth into him as his tongue twists with my own.

I know he wouldn't like that.

My teeth graze his lip, and I quickly move my head to the side to keep myself from breaking his rules.

"Declan!" I scream, releasing the hold on my ankles and digging them into his back. My fingers, now without any nails, dig into his back. "Oh, fuck…fuck me!"

His thrusts are merciless now. I groan as he slams into me over and over while I come all over him.

"Oh, fuck, that's a pretty sight," he says. "My little kitten, covered in blood and shaking all over, while her pussy squeezes my dick."

"It feels so good," I whimper. "Oh my god…"

I come so hard—I'm such a mess of physical bliss and emotionally overwhelmed—tears run down my face. Leaning down, Declan licks them from my cheeks.

"What would you do for me, Teagan?" he asks.

"Anything…" I tell him as he fucks me through the aftershocks, my entire body shuddering.

"Tell me you love me," he demands.

"You said I didn't have to."

"I changed my mind," he groans. "Fuck…you do love me, don't you, Teagan?"

"Yes…"

"Look at me and tell me you love me while I come in you," he says through clenched teeth.

"I love you…"

It comes out a breathless whisper, but apparently, that's enough. He sits up on his knees and pulls me into his lap without pulling out. I hold onto him as he wraps his arms around my back, holding me against him as he comes, groaning as his cock jerks inside of me.

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