Page 41 of Prey

My face burns with humiliation and arousal. His finger presses slightly, not entering, just testing, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes. The sensation is foreign, overwhelming.

“Is this what you need, beautiful?” Another circle, another gentle press that makes my hips buck. “Someone to fill all your empty places?”

Water sloshes as I squirm on his lap, caught between pushing back against that exploring finger and grinding forward againsthis cock. Everything feels too sensitive, too much, my body is on fire from just this simple touch somewhere I never imagined wanting to be touched.

“I don’t—” My voice cracks as he increases the pressure. “I’ve never?—”

“I know.” The possession in his voice makes me shiver. “I’ll be the first to fuck this tight little ass. The only one.”

His finger presses harder, just the tip breaching that ring of muscle, and I cry out at the strange burn. Not quite pain, not quite pleasure, but an ache that makes my pussy clench.

“Tonight,” he confirms, and I feel his smile against my throat. “I’ll tie you to my bed tonight and show you exactly what your body needs.”

God, I shouldn’t be so relieved to hear those words… but there’s something fundamentally wrong with the wiring in my brain.

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NIKOLAI

My finger presses deeper into her ass, just to the first knuckle, and Jenna’s whole body jerks like I’ve electrocuted her. The water sloshes over the tub’s edge as she grinds down, caught between the invasion of my finger and the length of my cock pressed against her pussy.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. “Take what you need.”

She does. Christ, she does. Her hips roll in desperate circles, grinding her clit along my shaft while my finger works deeper into that virgin territory. Each movement makes her gasp, these broken little sounds that go straight to my cock.

“Nikolai—” My name on her lips sounds so fucking good. “I can’t—it’s too?—”

“You can.” I curl my finger slightly, and she screams. Not pain—pure, overwhelmed pleasure as her body tries to process sensations it’s never felt before. “Come for me, beautiful. Show me how good it feels.”

Her movements become frantic, water sloshing everywhere as she chases her orgasm. My free hand grips her hip, guiding her rhythm as she grinds against me. The head of my cockcatches against her entrance with each roll of her hips, teasing us both with what we can’t have yet.

“Please, please, please?—”

She shatters. Her back arches, head thrown back as her orgasm rips through her. I feel every pulse of it—her ass clenching around my finger, her pussy contracting against nothing, her whole body shaking as she comes apart in my lap.

I work her through it, my finger moving gently until she collapses against my chest, trembling and gasping for air.

“Out,” I command.

She’s unsteady as I help her from the tub, taking my time drying her off. The towel moves over her skin in long strokes, and I memorize every shiver, every catch in her breathing when I brush sensitive areas.

When I’m done with her, I dry myself quickly, trying to ignore how my cock throbs with each heartbeat.

Then I scoop her up, carrying her to my bed. She weighs nothing in my arms, this woman who’s utterly destroying my control. I deposit her in the center of my black sheets, and the sight stops me cold.

“Fuck.” The word escapes without thought. “That’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. First woman to ever grace my bed.”

“What?” She props herself up on her elbows, confusion clear in those gray-green eyes. “Surely not?”

“I’ve had plenty of women.” I catch a flash of what looks like jealousy, and file it away for later examination. “But never one I would allow in or on my bed.”

“Why me?” The question hangs between us, loaded with more meaning than two simple words should carry.

I shake my head. “Good fucking question. No more talking.”

She opens her mouth—to argue, to demand answers I don’t have—but I cut her off.

“Fuck, spread those pretty thighs for me and let me see that sweet cunt.”