Page 56 of Feral Touch
“I—” I gasped and turned my head, knowing what he wanted me to say, but too embarrassed to speak the words.
He nuzzled the hollow of my throat and bit down lightly just under my jaw. My whole body jolted in surprise, then melted down into the bed as the brief pain turned into pleasure. The ache inside me grew stronger, hotter. I felt wetness drip down my thighs. It coated the head of his cock, making it slick. Making him ready for me. Making me ready for him.
“Tell me,” he commanded. “I want to hear it.”
I mumbled the words, almost a whisper.
“Again.” He flexed his hips, bringing himself closer to me, his blunt cockhead just barely nudging into my entrance, parting my folds. “Tell me again, Ivy.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. The desire rising inside me was too intense, the need too powerful.
“Fuck me,” I moaned. “Please, Ren, I need you to fuck me.”
He entered me in one long, slow thrust, letting out a hum of satisfaction as he slid inside. I choked back a cry as his cock pierced me, spreading me open. The feel of Ren burying himself inside me, of his cockhead dragging against my inner walls, was at once both sweet and painful. The pain only made the ache inside me grow to a fever pitch.
That ache ravaged me, an unquenchable thirst. I tossed my head back and forth and clung to Ren, squeezing him with my thighs, digging my nails into his back. I bucked my hips almost violently, needing more, needing that sweet ache to be sated.
“Ren, please!”
He growled as his lips descended on mine, swallowing the words. He gave me what I begged for, pulling out almost completely, then slamming himself back inside. The jolt of pleasure nearly sent me over the edge.
“Harder!”
Ren cursed under his breath as he thrust again and again, over and over. Small whimpers and choked cries left my lips in a never-ending litany, nearly mindless with pleasure.
“Fuck, Ivy,” Ren groaned. “You’re killing me with those sounds.”
I bit my lip, swallowing hard to choke back the noise.
“No. I want to hear you. Let me hear you, Ivy. I want to know how much you want this.”
I let myself go, not holding back, crying out, eyes wide, tears streaming down my cheeks. I’d never felt anything as good as what Ren was doing to me. Every piercing thrust, every forceful slam, brought me closer and closer to my peak. I was almost there, I could practicallytasteit. I just needed— a little more—
Ren placed his thumb over my clit and pressed down hard, rubbing in circles.
I flew apart, white sparks filling my vision, pleasure exploding through every nerve. I heard myself shriek, felt my fingers and toes curling, felt myself clamp down on Ren’s cock, rippling and squeezing tight. Ren’s cock hardened even further inside me. He let out an answering cry as I felt his cock twitch and pulse. He spent himself inside me, liquid warmth coating my insides. My back arched up, eyes rolling back in my head as I nearly blacked out.
When my senses returned, I foundRen panting in my ear with soft, shuddering breaths. My own chest was heaving, trying to take in the precious air I’d neglected during my orgasm. My lungs burned and my muscles ached. My head was swimming, and my cheeks were wet with tears.
I’d never been happier in my life.
I uncurled my fingers from Ren’s back, feeling the indentations my nails had left on his skin. I buried my head in his neck.
“Sorry,” I murmured.
Ren let out a huffing laugh and cupped the back of my head, nuzzling into my hair.
“For what?”
“I hurt you. My nails—”
“Ivy, I guarantee you, the last thing I’m thinking about are a few scratches.”
“What are you thinking about?” I asked tentatively. I didn’t want to be needy, but I wanted to know.
“I’m thinking how hot and sexy and perfect you are.”
The praise filled me with pleasure almost as great as the one he’d just given me. “You’re hot and sexy and perfect, too.”
