Page 361 of Halfblood Deceived

Fuck. She loved it. Mari loved being pinned. She loved having to beg as much as she loved making someone beg. And it had been so long. So fucking long since she’d trusted someone enough to allow them this. The last person had betrayed her beyond imagination. But she knew Andreas wouldn’t. She knew that if she asked him to stop, he’d do it immediately. She knew it down to her core. But that’s the last thing she wanted.

“You still haven’t said please, sweetheart,” he reminded her.

Mari smiled. “You won’t be able to hold back much longer.”

He stopped moving altogether. “Are you sure about that?”

Mari whimpered, rocking her hips.

Breathing hard and growling low, he pinned her so firmly she couldn’t even squirm.

She deliberately squeezed him harder.

Andreas’ upper lip twitched, teeth clenched so hard he must have been stabbing himself with his own fangs. But he didn’t move. He leaned over and ran his tongue over the tender spot where he’d bitten her. “Anytime now, sweetheart.”

“You… tosser,” she managed.

Andreas tutted. “Those are the wrong words.” He sucked on her neck, hard enough to leave a bruise.

Mari barely recognized the sound that left her throat as hers. “Fuck me harder, fuck me faster, make me come. Please. Please.”

Andreas smiled smugly. “As you wish.”

“Arrogant bastard—Ah!”

He fucked her harder and faster. He fucked her into the wall until she orgasmed so hard her eyes rolled and she nearly blacked out. But it wasn’t enough. Not yet. She wanted more.

Words tumbled from her mouth. “Yes. yes, yes. Please don’t stop. Andreas…”

He came with a low, groaning growl but didn’t stop.

The slapping, wonderfully dirty sound of his hips ramming into her was music to Mari’s ears. She healed fast, but she knew her muscles would hurt the next day, and the day after that, and fuck, that sent her lustful need to impossible heights. Another climax made her shake and ripped a low, undignified cry from her chest.

Andreas growled, neck arching, tendons, and veins straining as he followed her mere seconds later.

He’s fucking gorgeous, Mari thought. Fuck my dignity. Dignity can go straight to Hell.

He still didn’t stop, recovering the punishing rhythm that would have probably fucked her through the wall if it weren’t built with solid brick.

She hitched her knees even higher, digging her heels into his back.

“You have such a filthy mouth,” Andreas said with a half smile, eyeing her like prey again.

Mari realized then she was cursing, pleading, demanding, and moaning non-stop. A long litany of ‘fuck-fuck-fuck-yes-yes-yes-please-harder-please-fuck-Andreas’ left her treacherous lips.

She made a half-arsed attempt to regain some semblance of control, but he was fucking her just the way she liked. She could count on one hand the amount of people who had fucked her how she liked. Hell, she only needed two fingers. So she didn’t give a damn.

“Such a filthy mouth and such a perfect, tight, hot pussy,” he said, his eyes feline and his pupils blown. There was a note of frustration in his deep, lustful voice. “What a wonderful combination.”

Mari moan-growled. “Fuck. Goddess.”

He gave her a feral, satisfied grin.

She was close again, so close. “Bite me—”

She didn’t have to say please this time.

Andreas bit her on the same spot as before, harder than before.

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