Page 43 of Prey

“Too much!” Her voice cracks as I suck her clit into my mouth. “Nikolai, fuck, it’s too?—”

I hum against her, the vibration making her sob. My cock throbs between my legs, so hard it hurts, precum dripping steadily onto my sheets as I drive her wild with my mouth. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that will make her pussy clench around them, fluttering.

“Please,” she whimpers, though I’m not sure if she’s begging me to stop or keep going. “I can’t—oh god?—”

I lift my head enough to meet her gaze. “You can. You will. You’re mine, Jenna, and I’m going to wreck you until you can’t remember your own name.”

Then I dive back in, pumping my fingers inside her. My cock aches, demanding relief I won’t give it. Not yet. Not until I’ve destroyed her first.

Her next orgasm builds. I feel it in the way her thighs tremble, and the way her breath catches and releases in broken gasps.

“Nikolai, something’s—I feel?—”

She doesn’t finish the sentence. Her back bows off the bed as she comes, and this time—fuck—this time she squirts. The first rush of it surprises us both, her release coating my tongue, my chin, down my throat as I drink her down like a man dying of thirst.

“Fuck!” The word tears from her throat, more wetness gushing from her as I work her through it, not letting up, not giving her a moment’s reprieve.

I’ve never been this hard in my life. The taste, the scent, the way she’s lost control—it flips a primal switch in my brain.

“Godfucking damn it.” I lift my head, my face drenched with her release. “I wanted to wring a few more orgasms from you, but I can’t fucking wait.”

I surge up her body, positioning myself at her entrance. The head of my cock presses against her. She’s so wet, so ready, but I need?—

“Look at me.” My hand cups her jaw, forcing her to meet my eyes. “I want to see those pretty eyes when I claim you.”

She does. Those eyes lock onto mine, pupils wide with lust. An answering hunger to the one burning through my veins.

I slam home in one brutal thrust.

Her scream fills the room—pleasure and pain and shock all tangled together as I bury myself to the hilt. She’s tight, so fucking tight despite how wet she is, her pussy clenching around my cock like a vice.

“Nikolai!” My name comes out broken, her nails digging into my shoulders hard. It’s only at this moment I realize I forgot to tie her, too overwhelmed with my desire for her.

I don’t move, giving her a moment to adjust to my size, to the piercing that’s pressed deep inside her. Her eyes water, but she doesn’t look away.

“Mine,” I growl, the word coming from somewhere deep and primitive. “Say it.”

“Nikolai.” My name falls from her lips in a breathy gasp like she’s been shattered into pieces, her voice wrecked. Her eyes are glassy with tears, her chest heaving as she struggles to accommodate my size buried deep inside her.

“Please.” She shifts her hips, and we both groan at the sensation. “Move. Fuck me.”

The desperation in her voice nearly undoes me. My cock throbs inside her tight heat, the piercing pressed against places deep within. But I need more than her surrender—I need her to understand that she is irrevocably mine.

My hand slides up to her throat, fingers wrapping around that delicate column. Not squeezing hard, just enough pressure to show her who is in control.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

Her eyes widen at the command, and I watch the conflict play across her face. Her mouth opens, closes. Her pussy clenches around my cock, betraying how much her body craves this even as her mind fights it.

“I—” She swallows hard, and I feel the movement beneath my hand. “Nikolai, please?—”

“Say it.” I tighten my grip, watching her pupils dilate. “Tell me who you belong to, Jenna.”

She looks so beautifully ruined beneath me—hair spread across my black sheets, lips swollen from our kisses, throat working beneath my grip. Her hips roll desperately, trying to get me to move, to give her the friction she needs.

“I can’t—” The words are choked, but not from my hand on her throat. From deeper down, the last wall she’s desperately trying to maintain.

“You can.” I pull back just an inch and slam forward again, making her cry out. “You will.”