Page 28 of Delicious Prey

Oh, little bunny, you should never run from the hunter.

When she sees me chasing her, she lets out a squeal and speeds up, but she’s no match for me, and within seconds, I’ve wrapped an arm around her waist and I’m pulling her tightly against me.

“Fuck,” I groan when she starts to squirm. I tighten my grip on her, stilling her body. Bringing my face to her neck, I flick my tongue against her pulse before biting down. God, this woman does something to me. She takes the feral part of me and magnifies it by a million. I’ve never wanted to possess and dominate a woman like I want to with her. I want to own every damn inch of her. I want to brand myself on her skin so deeply that she’ll never be free of me.

The feel of her body softly shaking against mine pulls a deep groan from my chest. A nice man would see that as a sign to let up, but all it does is make me hold her tighter as I bite down harder and run my hand up her body, cupping one of her perfect tits in my hand.

“Kirill.”

The sound of her whimpering my name has me pinching her pert nipple, twisting and pulling on it until she’s panting and her knees start to buckle.

“Yes, zaika?”

Her fingers dig into my forearms, trying to find her balance and use me as leverage. “I think I’m ready to beg.”

I laugh and scoop her into my arms, already headed back towards the house. She thinks she’s ready to beg, but she has no idea. My little bunny isn’t even close. Peanut scampers along at my feet, clearly enjoying his new home, and when we step inside, he runs for his water dish and then jumps up on the couch, sprawling out with an exhausted little huff. Perfect. While he takes his nap, I’m going to have some fun with Lydia.

Her fingers stroke my face and neck while I carry her up the stairs. When I meet her eyes, they’re already glazed over with lust, but that’s not what I’m looking for. I expected the lust. She’s drawn to me just like I’m drawn to her. There’s something magnetic between us, making it obvious that sexual arousal will never be an issue for either one of us. What I want to see in her eyes goes beyond that. Her blue eyes soften when I study her, and I know she’s getting there. She’s not fighting her feelings for me as much as she was, but she hasn’t fully opened her heart up to me yet, and that’s what I really want.

I set her down and slowly peel her shirt off. She raises her arms, not even attempting to stop me. Hell, she’s the one who reaches down and starts unbuttoning her pants as soon as her shirt hits the floor.

“Please,” she begs, and I have to grit my teeth to not give in to her pleas. This is going to test me far more than it’s going to test her. She thinks I’m about to fuck her, and when I lift her onto the bed, she lifts her ass so I can pull her jeans off and then spreads her thighs for me. She grabs her knees, widening her legs even more, and when her outer lips gently part, I let out a pained groan. She’s soaking wet, so fucking ready for me, but instead of slamming into her like I want to, I lean closer and press my lips to hers.

She moans and opens her mouth to me, running her tongue along mine as she tugs on my shirt, wanting me naked. I break the kiss long enough to yank my shirt off and then cup the back of her head, kissing her harder when she wraps her arms and legs around me. While I suck her tongue, I run my other hand down her chest, resting it on her heart, feeling her rapid pulse beneath my fingers, reminding her that this is the part I want to be let inside.

My lips move down her jaw, kissing a path along her skin as she whispers, “Please, Kirill. I’m ready. I want this.”

I tap her heart again and nip at the tender skin of her neck, making her whimper and arch her hips up to me. Kissing and licking my way down, I capture one of her hard nipples between my teeth and give her a soft bite. Her hands run through my hair, but it’s still too short for her to fist like she wants as I worship the perky tit in my mouth. When I’m satisfied, I kiss a line to the other and flick her nipple with my tongue before sucking her in. Her body shakes beneath me while her breathing picks up, the soft pants mixing with her moans and driving me wild with need.

“Please,” she begs again, but I ignore her, kissing and sucking her skin until I’ve had my fill.

I release her with a wet pop, admiring how fucking sexy she looks with my spit on her skin before kissing a line down her stomach. The lower my mouth travels, the more my cock strains against my jeans, and by the time my head is between her legs, I’m toeing the line between pain and arousal. I nuzzle her pretty cunt, dragging my nose along her smooth skin and breathing her in. Her jasmine lotion mixes with her natural scent, and it’s one hell of a heady mix that’s threatening to make me lose all control.

“So fucking perfect,” I murmur against her pussy before dipping lower and allowing myself my first taste of her. My tongue swipes along her slit, pulling a growl from me and a delicate whimper from her.

“Kirill,” she moans, gripping my head even tighter. “Please, god, please. I need to come.”

I laugh and flick her pink, swollen clit. “You might want to get comfortable, little bunny. I’m going to be here awhile.”

Before she can respond, I slide my tongue into her, parting her wet lips and delving inside like a fucking starving man. Each stroke has her gasping and moaning, and when I know she’s close, I slow down, guiding her body back where I want it—right on the cusp of her release, but not crossing over. I’m giving my girl a lesson, and soon she’ll understand that I own her body. It’s mine now. Pain and pleasure are mine to give. Her job is to accept that and take it.

I suck her pussy lips one at a time, giving her a soft bite before running my tongue over her clit. She bucks up against me, desperate for the release I’m denying her. I rim her bundle of nerves until her whole body is quivering.

“Fucking hell,” she gasps, and I smile at the ragged sound of her voice. She’ll be hoarse by the time I’m done with her. “Kirill, please.”

I look at her and slowly lick her clit, lapping at it like a kitten to milk. Her blue eyes narrow, all that frustration turning into rage as she digs her fingers in harder, trying to force my face against her pussy so she can grind her way to her release. I laugh and give her another lick.

“You really are a monster,” she hisses at me.

“Zaika, you have no idea.” I latch onto her, sucking her hard, letting her taste the beginnings of her orgasm before killing it with a soft bite. Keeping her clit locked between my teeth, I watch her face morph from anger to shock to fear. It’s fucking beautiful.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, too afraid to move for fear that I might bite down even harder.

My mouth is full, so I don’t answer, just keep her between my teeth and reward her with a soft lick when she takes a deep, calming breath. When she brings her eyes back to mine, I give her a wink and another lick.

“Please let me come,” she begs.

My answer is to keep her tightly gripped between my teeth as I slide one finger into her dripping pussy. As soon as she feels me, her body’s instincts take over. She tightens around me, pulling me further in, and it’s nearly my undoing. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to stay where I’m at. I slowly finger her as pre-cum drips down my cock, soaking through my boxers and making it damn near impossible to think about anything except my need to be inside her.

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