Page 42 of Starve
“Oh, fuck.” I breathe sharply, hearing his soft, purring chuckle of contentment. He switches to my other breast, doing it again before licking over where he’s bitten.
“You like that?” Cairo teases, using his hands on one, though he alternates where his mouth is so I never feel neglected for long. “You like my fangs on you like this? What if I stopped playing so nice with you, hmm?” He bites down on the curve of my breast, slowly, just enough, but the pressure increases as I writhe and squirm under him.
It doesn’t hurt enough for me to want him to stop. Instead, I find myself breathily begging him for more, until my chest stings and burns with the aftermath of little bites that are sure to bruise, and he’s again licking his way over my skin like he can soothe the burn.
Belatedly, I realize he’s grinding against me, no longer content to just lay over my body. I raise one leg, knee up and toes curled against my mattress, to nudge him closer to where I’m starting to really ache for him. Cairo isn’t stupid; he gives me a look and a soft chuckle for my actions. “Needy,” he teases, but I level a look at him.
“So are you.” I roll my hips up against him, and his hiss is answer enough. In seconds he’s shoving his jeans down and off his legs, leaving him completely bare and me only in leggings. My eyes drop to the v of his hips, and to where his cock is already semi-hard between us.
I can’t help but want to ask ifthathas changed with becoming what he is as well. But it feels rude and inappropriate for the situation. His fingers hook in my leggings, dragging themdown, down…until he can hook them over my ankles and toss them to the floor.
With nothing between us, I feel much more vulnerable than I ever have before. It doesn’t help that the light from my window hits his eyesjust right, giving that inhuman, reflective quality to his stare as he studies me.
He takes his time, smoothing his hands down my sides, then my thighs, until I’m impatient and wiggling as my heart continues to flutter in my chest. “Cairo…” I protest, one hand reaching up between us. He grabs it, turning to kiss my wrist and run his fangs over the delicate skin there as well.
“Needy,” he repeats, pressing both hands down over my head. He nudges my knee further up, giving him the space he wants. Without breaking eye contact, Cairo slides one finger along my slit. He watches my reactions as he adds another before letting them press between my folds. Just a little.
Just to be a fucking tease.
My arms twist above me, but I don’t move them from where he placed them near my pillows. I don’t look away from him, only arch my hips to encourage him to keep going, hoping he’ll give memore.
Finally, he does. Two fingers sink into me, drawing an appreciative, deep breath from me as my hips come off the bed and he purrs his approval into the air between us. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs. “Such a sweet little bird. Maybe you won’t like me though, here in a minute.”
“Why?” I ask, eyebrows knit together in confusion.
Cairo leans downward, his lips brushing my ear just to say, “Because I’m too starved for you to begentle.” Two fingers become three instantly, and I suck in a breath as he thrusts them into me, curling them until my thighs are tense and there are protests on my lips.
But he doesn’t give me the time to enjoy it. He pulls them free and slicks them over his cock, stroking himself with his wet fingers while I watch. It’ssohot that for a moment, I don’t remember to breathe.
Then Cairo is right there, looming over me, and he grabs one of my hands to hook it around his neck. “You can claw at me,” he invites. “Pull my hair and sink your nails and teeth deep. I’ll like it, Fern. I promise you I will.”
Without waiting for an answer, he lines up and sinks into me, drawing a long, loud sound from my throat that’s way past a gasp and somewhere closer to a moan than I’d like to admit. My back arches off the blanket, and my nails dig into his shoulder as I bring myself closer to him, but that just makes him shudder.
“Good girl,” Cairo praises. “Mark me just like that. Come on,” he urges, drawing back to slide into me again. The second time is just as intense as the first, and it’s not until a good dizzying half-minute goes by that I feel like I can breathe almost normally.
My other hand comes up to grab his shoulder as well when he fucks into me a little harder. The whines leaving my lips are needy, and maybe a little bit feral, but I don’t care. He fills me up perfectly, stretching me in a way that’s both wonderful and painful and thereforeperfect.
I doubt anyone could ever fuck me like Cairo is right now, and I might quite literally be ruined for anyone else. Especially when he really starts fucking me in earnest, with filthy words of praise slipping from his lips that keep edging me closer and closer to my peak.
“Such a sweet voice you have, little bird.”
“I’ll mark you inside and out, so there’s no mistake that you’re mine.”
“Claw me deeper, Fern. I want to wear your marks like you’re going to wearmine.” He snarls the last part, and I cry out at a particularly sharp thrust. His free hand moves between us, but itonly takes a few rough strokes of his fingers over my clit before I’m coming with my leg hooked over his arm and his name on my lips.
“Cairo!” I nearly howl the two-syllable sound that’s barely a word in my mouth.“Cairo!”I try again, and I swear I feel my nails break skin, though he only fucks me deeper. My pussy flutters around him, clenching him, like my body is silently begging for him to stay while I ride out my release with my nails in his back and my mouth open so I can breathe.
It’s not long before Cairo growls, releasing an impossibly feral sound, and he lunges forward to bury his teeth in my throat just hard enough I feel them break skin. His whole body is stiff, his thrusts are only small, rocking motions of his hips, and I feel him chase his release inside of me, though the sounds he makes are nothing short of animalistic against me.
A predator claiming what’s his,I think to myself, and a shiver of delight and fear goes down my spine.
When he pulls away, I’m panting, but there’s only a sheen of sweat on his upper body to show that he’s done any work at all. “Are you…?” My eyes narrow, and he grins, still seated inside me.
“What, little bird?” he teases with a satisfied, feline smile on his lips. “You thought that was all? Oh, no.” His fingers curl around the base of my throat, and he leans down to nuzzle a line up my chest until his mouth is just above mine.
“We’re just getting started.”
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