Page 74 of The Darkness is Calling

I give her everything I have.

“Ah! I’m going to come again!”

I grin.

“Do it,” I demand, and push two fingers inside her again, which, thanks to the new position, go much deeper than before.

And I don’t do it slowly. I do it hard, only to move them rapidly inside her, pumping fast and rough, preparing her for the way I’m going to fuck her.

“Yes! Yes!”

“My name, dusha moya!” I shout, and in that moment her core contracts again, and from her chest I hear my name spoken like a scream.

“Artem!”

We want her

!

Now!

Make her ours

!

I don’t take my pants off completely, but I unfasten them quickly enough to shove them over my ass and free the cock that has already soaked my boxers with precome.

She condemns me to a life in which I must worship her when her blue eyes gleam with lust at the way my length pulses as I rise onto my knees between her thighs to admire her.

I am hers.

Her body is covered in the marks of my fingers, giving me an indescribable satisfaction. Some will probably bruise a little, especially the ones on her thighs and breasts, but I know they only amplified her pleasure.

She licks her lower lip, hunger clear in her eyes.

“I don’t think you’re ready to take me in your mouth, princess,” I taunt, smiling, and she arches an eyebrow with arrogance.

“Try me.”

I narrow my eyes at her challenge, but return two fingers to her wet, sensitive core.

“I’ve been trying to take you slowly until now, but if I get inside that warm mouth of yours, I won’t be able to control myself anymore.”

“This is what you call slowly?”

Now it’s her turn to tease, a playful smile on her lips.

“Oh, believe me, I’m doing everything I can.”

“What if you stopped holding back?”

The voices approve of her.

I am not sure it’s a good idea.

“You’ll end up with even more bruises,” I warn her, because I don’t want to hurt her.

“I didn’t complain about what I had on my neck the other day,” she reminds me, then winks.