Page 26 of Ravaging Red
Her scent hit me like a blow, sweet and soaked with lust, the kind of slick wetness that only builds from obsession. I pressed closer, my snout brushing her folds, and something in me released. I let out a low groan that rumbled through my chest, shaking the bed.
One claw.
That’s all it took.
I slipped it beneath the waistband and tugged. The panties tore like a slip of paper. Gone in a second, yet she didn’t flinch.
I pressed my nose flat against her soft pussy, the heat of her almost unbearable. My tongue rolled slowly, thick, and long. It was dripping with drool, and I dragged it up the center of her core. I licked her from back slit to clit. A long, wet stripe. And then again. Slower. Deeper. Letting her soak my mouth with her cream.
She stirred and gave a soft whimper. In her sleep, her legs twitched, parting slightly, unconsciously knowing how to offer itself to me.
I exhaled, breath hot and humid against her wet folds, then licked again, this time deeper, tongue parting her swollen lips, curling into the taste of her, that creamy sweetness that made me feral. I lapped at her entrance, teasing it, pushingin just enough to taste the juices dripping from inside. My tongue curled upward, stroking her clit, up and down, slow and deliberate, until she gasped.
Her hips lifted, eyes still closed. Her body responded subconsciously, knowing its owner had arrived.
I circled her clit, tongue pressing firm, watching her lashes flutter, her mouth part in a breathless moan. She whimpered again, thighs flexing, pussy pulsing against my mouth.
OnlyIcould do this.
OnlyIcould make her melt like this.
And just as her body tightened, just as she neared the edge, just as I opened my mouth wider, ready to slurp her clit between my lips and drink her down…
She screamed.
But not in pleasure.In fear.
Her eyes snapped open, and I gripped her hips tight, our eyes locking, heartbeats racing and I prayed she would run. Because this time, I wasn’t going to let her escape me that easily.
Chapter 11
A Pulse of Need
RED
My pussy wasthrobbing.
It pulsed in time with every beat of my heart, aching, wet, andfuriouswith denial. Each second of restraint felt like punishment. My body didn’t care that I’d been taken, didn’t care about the leather biting into my wrists, didn’t care that this monster was the stuff of nightmares, because he was also the star of every filthy fantasy I had ever dared to imagine.
And he knew it.
Rael loomed at the edge of the bed, eyes glowing like molten lava, his massive chest rising with each heavy breath, and his cock…I swallowed hard as I stared at it. Gods, his cock wasswollen, thick and long, looking flushed and angry while it glistened with precum. It twitched as he looked down at me, dark veins bulging along its length, the fat, slick head straining against his stomach.
His smile dragged out slowly, and he looked dangerous. “You won’t be needing this anymore, Red.”
His claws sank into the delicate hem of my slip and tore through it as if it were made of nothing, the sound sharp and humiliating. The fabric fell away in tatters, exposing the full, soft weight of my body. My curves, bared under the harsh glow of the Blood Moon that streamed in through the cabin window, accentuated my flaws. I whimpered, not from fear, but from the raw intensity of his stare as it crawled across every inch of my body. My skin heated with every glance, and I looked away.
Hedevouredme with his eyes. Not just my tits or my thighs, he drank in all of me, every inch of me that other men were repulsed to look at. The swell of my belly, the expanse of my wide hips, the rolls and ripples of real, touchable flesh. My plus-sized body laid out like a fucking altar, and he stood before me as if he were the only god who ever mattered.
“Sosoft,” he growled, kneeling onto the bed, dragging that monstrous body over mine, his breath hot against my neck. “So sweet. You were made for my hands, Red. For my cock. For my teeth.”
His tongue, long, thick, and textured, spilled from his mouth and slid across my collarbone. My skin burned where it touched. It wasn’t just wet. It wasslick, heavy with saliva that left a glistening trail behind. He groaned low in his throat, pressing his nose into my cleavage as if he needed to breathe me in just to stay sane.
Then his tongue moved lower. Across the top swell of my breast and over the curve, before gliding down to the nipple. I gasped when the tip curled around it, slow and deliberate, teasing the stiff bud with lazy, wet circles. He lapped at it, then dragged his tongue flat across the whole mound before slurping the nipple between his thick lips, forming suction andgroaningas if it were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
I moaned, arching back involuntarily and gaining a knowing chuckle from him.
“Fuck, Red,” he breathed. “You taste like hot candy and fire. A treat the woods kept hidden just for me.”
