Page 42 of Prey

The command comes out rough, but she obeys. Her legs fall open on my black sheets, and the sight punches the air from my lungs. She’s still swollen from her orgasm in the tub, glistening in the low light of my bedroom.

A growl rips from my throat—pure, animalistic hunger that I don’t try to contain. I climb between her legs, my hands sliding up her inner thighs, spreading her wider.

“Been wanting to do this since I first saw you,” I confess against her skin, my breath hot on her inner thigh. “Eleven days of watching you through that pharmacy window, imagining how you’d taste. Now two weeks of having you here.”

She makes a sound—half gasp, half moan—as I lower my head. The first swipe of my tongue has us both groaning. She tastes like everything I’ve been denying myself, like the answer to a question I didn’t know I was asking.

I devour her. There’s no finesse, no technique—just raw hunger as I feast on her pussy like a man starved. My tongue explores every fold, every sensitive spot, learning what makes her hips buck and her hands fist in my sheets.

When I suck her clit into my mouth, she screams. Her thighs try to close around my head, but I hold them open, pinning her to the mattress as I devour her with lips and tongue and just a hint of teeth.

“Nikolai!” My name tears from her throat as I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right so she comes apart for me. “Oh god, oh fuck?—”

I lift my head enough to speak, my lips still brushing her sensitive flesh. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”

The endearment slips out again—baby—and I don’t try to take it back. Not when she’s spread out in my bed, not when Ican feel her pussy clenching around my fingers, not when she’s this close to coming apart for me again.

I kiss my way up her body, tasting salt and soap and something uniquely her. My lips trace the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, the underside of her breast. Each kiss draws a shiver from her, little tremors that run through her skin like electricity.

When I reach her mouth, she kisses me desperately, tasting herself on my tongue. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling hard enough to hurt, and I groan into her mouth.

I shift my hips, dragging the length of my cock through her folds. The piercing catches against her clit, and she breaks the kiss with a gasp.

“Please,” she breathes against my mouth. “Nikolai, please?—”

I do it again, slower this time. The head of my cock glides through her wetness, the metal jewelry creating friction that has her arching beneath me. I grind against her, letting her feel every inch of what she can’t have yet.

“Fuck!” Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving marks I’ll wear proudly. “I’ve never—god, I’ve never wanted to be fucked so bad.”

Another roll of my hips, and she’s practically sobbing with need. The sound goes straight to my cock.

“What are you doing to me?” The question comes out broken.

Her hips chase mine, trying to angle so I’ll slip inside, but I control everything.

“Making you mine,” I growl against her throat. “Teaching your body who it belongs to.”

I increase the pressure, grinding harder against her clit. She’s so wet I can hear it, obscene sounds filling my bedroom as I slide against her with the length of my cock and that curved barbell.

“Please, please, please—” The word becomes a chant, a prayer, a demand all at once. “I need—Nikolai, I need?—”

“I know what you need.” I bite down on the junction of her neck and shoulder. “But you’re going to wait until I command it. You’re going to be good for me.”

She makes a sound that’s part frustration, part surrender. Her whole body trembles, balanced on the edge of an orgasm just from this—just from my cock sliding against her, the piercing dragging over her clit.

“Come for me.” The command rips from my throat as I grind harder. “Now, Jenna. Show me how good I make you feel.”

She breaks. Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave, her whole body shaking beneath mine as she screams my name. I push her through it, grinding as she shakes and gasps, her pussy clenching on nothing while she soaks my cock with her release.

I don’t give her time to recover. Before she can catch her breath, I’m sliding back down her body, spreading her thighs wide again.

“I can’t take it,” she gasps when she realizes my intent. Her hands push weakly at my shoulders. “Nikolai, please, I can’t?—”

“You’re my good girl.” I press a kiss to her inner thigh, feeling her muscles jump beneath my lips. “You can take it.”

Then I feast.

My tongue delves into her oversensitive flesh, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed. I hold her down with one arm across her hips while I devour her, licking and sucking. She tastes even better now—salt and sex and desperation all mixed together.