Page 53 of Delicious Prey

“Shit,” I whimper, feeling my body start to shake as my mind gives a haughty told you so that I choose to ignore.

His other hand reaches down to cup my pussy, keeping my feet off the ground and completely at his mercy. “Kirill,” I whisper, not sure what I want to say, but needing the connection anyway.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmurs against my skin. “I’m going to fuck this sweet ass, but I will never hurt you, little bunny. I need you to trust me.”

“I do,” I whisper, feeling his erection digging into my ass. I push the fear aside and nod my head, more sure than ever. “I do trust you,” I repeat.

“Good girl.”

He sets me down in the dry sand, laying me on my back and hovering his body over mine. There’s enough moonlight for me to make out vague details of his face, but not near enough for me to see him clearly. He’s partially in shadows, and that just makes him look even sexier. Grabbing the bottom of my T-shirt, he starts to pull it off me, tossing it aside once I’m free of it. He lets out a groan at the sight of my bare chest and runs a hand along my skin, cupping my breasts and grazing his fingers over my nipples.

“The sight of your body drives me crazy,” he says in a low, raspy tone, his accent thicker than ever. When he leans closer, I slide my hands behind his neck and pull him closer, pressing my lips to his in a hungry kiss. He groans and settles more of his weight onto me, letting me feel the hard length of him between my legs. I arch up to him and suck his tongue into my mouth. The kiss is more feral than anything else, but I still feel the love in it, the way he cups the back of my head and makes sure to not put too much weight on me. Every swipe of his tongue, every suck and nibble he gives my lips—all of it is mixed with the all-consuming love he feels for me. He’s dangerous and wild, more demon than angel, but he’s gentle with me, never pushing me too hard or giving me more than I can take.

I run my hands down his body, freezing when I feel all his weapons. I’d forgotten how armed he is, and when my fingers meet the cold, hard metal of his gun, he breaks our kiss and reaches back to remove it.

“Careful, baby, don’t hurt yourself.”

I watch as he slowly removes his weapons, the ones I watched him use to end several lives tonight, and then sets them aside before pulling off his bloody shirt. Running his fingers down my stomach, he hooks them under my yoga pants and starts to pull them off. I put the soles of my feet to the night sky as he slowly peels my pants off. When I’m naked, he lifts my ass and tucks my shirt under me, protecting me from the sand, and then he grips my calves, keeping my legs straight up. He presses his lips to my ankle before slowly kissing his way down first one calf and then the other. When he licks the back of my knee, I let out a breathy sigh and reach down to run my hands through his hair. It’s getting longer, but it’s still too short to fist.

When he starts to kiss my inner thigh, I drop my ankles and spread my knees wide. He groans and digs his fingers into the soft flesh of my hips, holding me in place as he nips and kisses a line along my leg.

“Kirill,” I moan when his face is hovering above my pussy, so close I can feel the heat of his breath on my sensitive skin.

“Yes, baby?” he says as if he has all the time in the world.

“Please,” I beg, letting out a frustrated moan when he flicks his tongue over my clit, one quick motion that leaves me panting for more.

“Please what, zaika? Use your words, baby.”

He gives me one more flick, and it’s enough to push away my embarrassment. I grip his head tighter and moan, “Please lick my pussy.”

“Like this?” he asks, giving me one slow lick that feels amazing but isn’t enough to push me over the edge.

“More,” I beg.

“You said lick, sweetheart. This is a lick.” He gives me one more to prove his point, and then laughs when I let out a frustrated groan. “I’m just doing what I’m told,” he reminds me, clearly enjoying every damn second of this.

“I need more.”

“Then tell me what you want.” He flicks my clit harder and then gives it a soft suck, urging me to communicate, to trust him enough to tell him what I need, so I take a deep breath and do exactly that.

“I want you to eat my pussy,” I say, ignoring the way my face is heating up. “I want you to fuck me with your tongue. I want you to devour me, Kirill.”

“Good fucking girl,” he growls before sliding his tongue into my pussy, fucking me in long strokes that have me rocking up to him and moaning his name to the night sky. He feasts on me like a wild, starving animal. Licking, sucking, and biting until I’m tense with the need to come. When he wraps his lips around my clit and gives me a suck, I scream his name and buck up against him, consumed by a fierce pleasure that radiates through me, touching every damn part of my body. He keeps going, not letting up, not even when I become too sensitive and try to wriggle out of his firm grasp. He holds me in place, forcing another orgasm onto me, and only when I’ve screamed myself hoarse and my whole body is shaking does he let up. He gives my slit one last long lick before lifting his head.

“Fucking delicious,” he murmurs, kissing a line along my stomach. “I crave the taste of you, baby. All goddamn day, I’m craving the taste of your pussy. Makes my fucking mouth water just thinking about it.”

He unzips his pants and frees his cock, not even bothering to take them all the way off. Lining himself up, he slides into me, spreading me wide with one hard thrust. I whimper out something incomprehensible and wrap my arms around his shoulders as soon as he’s close enough.

“I can’t resist feeling your pussy wrapped tightly around me, baby, but I’m not coming until I’m in your ass.”

The rough sound of his voice mixed with the hard thrusts he’s giving me send my senses reeling as I struggle to not lose myself completely. I feel like I’m on the brink of exploding, of disappearing into the night sky, so I hold him even tighter, using him as my anchor to keep me in the here and now.

“I love you,” I say in a breathy rush, feeling my pussy clench around him as my body reaches the breaking point again.

“I love you,” he growls against my lips, fucking me into another orgasm. He doesn’t stop until I’m gasping and weightless and drunk on pure ecstasy. I feel him smile against my lips before whispering, “Now you’re ready to get your ass fucked, sweetheart. Roll over. Hands and knees.”

I whimper when he slides out of me, missing the feel of him, and use the last of my strength to get in position. Digging my knees and hands into the sand, I look back at him, nervous and excited and not knowing what in the hell to expect. He drags his fingers along my soaking wet slit, coating his hand in my arousal before bringing it to his shaft. I can hear the wet sounds of our mixed arousal as he fists himself. Letting go, he runs his fingers over my asshole until I’m so wet it’s easy for him to start to slide one finger in.

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