Page 37 of Delicious Prey

I give her a wink and slowly slide out, fucking her with half my dick. She moans and digs her nails into my shoulders, eyes widening in surprise at the sensations running through her.

“Not so bad, is it?” I tease.

“No,” she pants. “Not bad at all.”

“Ready for more?”

She nods and bites her bottom lip.

“Deep breath, baby.”

When she exhales, I bring my mouth to hers, gently nipping and licking her lips before sliding my tongue in. I kiss her slowly and deeply and rock my hips, easing into her the rest of the way until I’m buried inside her and she’s gripping my cock so goddamn good. I groan at the feel of her tight, wet heat, feeling a sense of peace wash over me unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Being inside her feels right, like I was always supposed to end up right here between her legs with her small body clinging to me and her hungry tongue in my mouth. My little bunny sets me on fire, and I’ll gladly burn for her. I kiss her harder, knowing I’ll never be able to get enough.

She moans and runs her nails down my back, digging her heels into my ass as she rocks up against me, meeting my thrusts with her own until we’ve settled into the perfect rhythm. Her nipples scrape my chest, pulling another groan from me, and when I cup the back of her head, she gives my bottom lip a hard enough bite to surprise me.

I pull back and watch her take my cock. She’s clenched so fucking tightly around me, and the sight of her arousal coating me as I slam into her nearly pushes me over the edge, but there’s no way in hell I’m giving in before she comes again. She lets out a soft gasp when I bring a hand between us and drag my thumb over her swollen clit.

“You going to come for me, baby?”

“Yes,” she moans, and then widens her eyes in surprise when I use my other hand to hike her leg up onto my shoulder, giving me the freedom to go even deeper. She runs her nails down my chest hard enough to sting and mark my skin with thin, red trails that extend from my neck to abs.

“I knew my little bunny would like it rough,” I tell her, thrusting in even harder as I roll her clit between my fingers. “You look so sweet and innocent, but I knew you’d be feral in bed, a wild, untamed woman who’d do anything for my cock.” I circle my hips and give her clit another firm rub.

“Yes,” she whimpers, nodding her head in agreement.

“You want my cum, sweetheart? You want me to fill this tight pussy up until you’re dripping my seed?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” she begs. “Please, Kirill.”

Her begging is my undoing, just like it always has been. My one weakness that I will never be able to resist.

“If you want it, then come around my cock, zaika. Let your greedy little cunt take it from my body.”

All it takes is one more firm rub and she’s moaning my name, her whole body tensing as the orgasm consumes her. Closing the distance, I bring my mouth to hers, wanting to taste her when I find my own release. It doesn’t take long. Her pussy grips me hard, and when I feel a tremor run along my cock from base to tip as another rush of pleasure runs through her, I’m a fucking goner. With a growl, I slam into her, giving in to the euphoria. Everything else fades away. Noting else exists outside of this woman who means more to me than my next breath. I lose myself completely in her wet, willing body, never wanting to be free of her. Each pulse of my cock is staking my claim on her, and just like I promised, I fill her to the fucking brim.

By the time I come down, my heart is racing, my ears are ringing, and I have fucking goosebumps. Sex with Lydia isn’t just a good fuck. It’s a goddamn religious experience. I slow the kiss down, savoring the taste and feel of her, breathing in the soft jasmine scent from her lotion, and memorizing every detail of this moment. Her fingers trail gently along my back, no longer trying to claw through my skin. She’s relaxed, her body sated for the moment, and when I pull back, the sex-drunk look on her face makes me laugh.

“Don’t laugh at me,” she says, and even her voice is slow and lazy and a bit raspy.

“I’m not laughing at you, sweetheart. You just look very satisfied right now. It’s adorable.”

“I am satisfied.” She reaches her arms up in a stretch and smiles at me. “That was amazing.”

“It was,” I agree, because it definitely fucking was. I cup her face, running my thumb over her smooth cheek. I’m in no hurry to slide out of her, but when my hips move as I reposition myself, she winces, and while part of me wants to beat my chest and grunt like a fucking proud animal, the other part of me hates that she’s in pain and wants to take it away. I’m always amazed at the instincts she’s managed to unearth from my cold heart. Caring, sensitive, considerate—these are not words that anyone from my past would ever use to describe me. It’s easy with Lydia, though. It just feels natural.

Giving her one last kiss, I slowly slide out of her, immediately missing her once I’m free of her body. I look down at my semi-hard cock and groan. Blood and our joined release coat me, and I grip my shaft, running my hand up my length, wetting my hand with the evidence of what we just did. Placing my palm on her stomach, I smear her skin with it, right over the faint word still marking her skin. Mine. Every goddamn inch of her is mine, and I’m never letting her go. My eyes run over her swollen, used pussy, dripping my seed just like I promised her it would be.

“You look so beautiful after being taken by me, little bunny. Marked and used and wet with my cum—you’re stunning, baby.”

She smiles up at me, and the love I see in her eyes freezes me in place. I’m completely and utterly unworthy of it, and if I was a good man at all, I never would’ve allowed it to come to this, but I couldn’t just leave her alone and let her live her life in peace. I needed her to become mine, because from the moment I saw her, that’s how she felt. Mine to love and protect and worship, and I plan on doing all three of those things for as long as I live. My life is hers, every damn bit of it.

“Come on, zaika,” I say, peeling off the garter belt and thigh highs before scooping her into my arms and carrying her into the bathroom. She rests her head against my shoulder while I get the bath started. Her fingers run along the tattoos on my neck, whisper-soft touches that have goosebumps forming on my skin.

“I never thought we’d end up here. I saw you in that courtroom, and you were so beautiful, but so goddamn scary, and I hated you so much, but I was so wrong.”

My chest tightens at her words, but I refuse to dissect it. I don’t want to bring all my feelings to light. I just want to feel her body against mine as I take care of her. I get into the tub and sink under the hot water, keeping her cradled against my chest.

“Shh, baby,” I whisper, giving her forehead a kiss. “None of that matters anymore. The only thing that matters is that we’re together now.”

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