Page 27 of Ravaging Red
His claws grazed the underside of my breasts, playing with the weight of them, flicking my other nipple with enough pressure to make me cry out, body twisting under him. He slurped harder, then pulled off with a pop, drool trailing between his lips and my skin.
My entire body was trembling. And he had barely even touched me yet.
“I could spend hours here,” he rumbled, licking a trail between my breasts, then lower, with slow and agonizing strokes. “Worshipping this body… every curve, every inch. But that pussy’s calling me. Can you feel it Red? Can you feel how it screams my name? How it begs for my mouth?”
“No,” I shook my head, watching terrified as he crawled down between my thighs, spreading them with his wide shoulders, his claws teased the sensitive skin just above my mound. I gripped the leather straps tight, I could feel my arousal pooling beneath me, soaking the sheets, dripping down the crease of my ass.
“You’re drenched,” he growled. “You know that? Slick and puffy and fucking ready to eat.”
He pressed his nose to my core and inhaled, slowly and deeply. “Gods, yes. That’s it. That’s the scent I’ll chase for the rest of my life. You smell like surrender.”
His tongue swiped once, a lazy, filthy lick right through the center of my folds, the rough texture dragging over my clit just enough to make my back arch and my breath stutter.
“Mmm,” he moaned. “So creamy and hot. Such a little tart with the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted.”
“Rael,” I whimpered, straining against the ropes.
“I love the way you rut in the air, little Red” he said with a grin, tongue flicking my clit. “Your body seems to like me.Begging me to touch it. Did youneedthis, Red? Did you need a monster like me to satisfy you?”.
Idid.
And then…fuck…he slid a thick, calloused, clawed finger inside me. He was gentle but it didn’t matter. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt. The sharp point dragged over that perfect, swollen spot inside me and I screamed, legs shaking, eyes rolling back in my head. And he chuckled darkly, watching my body jerk.
“Sensitive little cunny,” he purred, curling his finger again, licking me with his tongue as he flicked my clit over and over. “Look at how tight you are. Gripping me so tight. Don’t you let me go, Red.”
My thighs quivered as tears burned my eyes. “Please,” I begged, voice cracking. “Please let me cum.”
“It’s not that easy, Red. I need to take my time with you. I want to play with you.”
His voice was smoke and grit, curling into the deepest parts of me and lighting every nerve on fire.
“No, please,” I gasped, my voice a trembling mess. “Haven’t you waited long enough?”
“Good point,” he snarled.
A second finger breached me. This one thicker, rougher, his claw carefully curved so I felt every scrape of it. My spine arched. My legs kicked against the leather straps that bound me. I could barely breathe as my pussy clenched, soaking his padded fingers, fluttering helplessly around him.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a year, little Red. Waiting to touch you. To have you writhing beneath me.”
He bit down on my earlobe, dragging the sharp edge of his teeth over the tender flesh. The jolt of pain made me flinch yet brought a pulse of pleasure with it. My head snapped back,a sound I didn’t recognize, tore from my throat. It was a half desperate sob, and half a submissive moan.
“Fight me, Red,” he growled, his voice thick with command. “Make it worth my wait. Force me to take it from you.”
And without thinking, I did as he commanded.
I bucked against him, twisting hard against the restraints. My body undulated, trying to throw him off, trying to escape even though we both knew I couldn't even if I wanted to. My hips slipped against the hard slope of his furred thigh, my muscles slick from the heat of his skin. My cunt dragged against him, wet and needy, every nerve ending raw as my clit caught on the edge of that thick ridge.
I screamed, more animal than woman, as my own movements betrayed me, grinding my pussy on his thigh, trying to relieve the pressure.
He didn’t stop me. He just let me thrash and squirm against him. Simply watching me, panting, like some dog in heat. His claws dug into my hips just enough to sting, and making sure I felt him holding me captive in some way. It should have scared me but instead, it enticed me.
My tits bounced with every thrash of my body, the cool air teasing my nipples to hard peaks. His eyes tracked the movement looking hungry, glowing with that impossible, otherworldly red. But now, that glow deepened, darker than blood, pulsing with something far more dangerous than lust.
Possession.
I snarled, biting into his arm, tasting the burn of his skin, and still he groaned, deep and pleased. His cock throbbed hard against my belly, and his arms tightened as he pulled me closer, my bound wrists tugging taut as he shifted his grip.
“You obey even when you fight,” he rumbled, dragging his nose along my throat. “You were made for this.”
