Page 802 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

Perfect. How can she resist me with my big dick? I’m sure the way to her heart starts there.

And I want her heart more than anything.

My cock might constantly be begging for her, but she’s irresistible like that. I want to be buried inside her 24/7. I want that closeness, that intimacy, her pleasure and mine . . . all her secrets seeping into me while I give her anything she desires in return.

I don’t have secrets—all that’s in my mind is her. But she can have all I do have to give, and then some.

Havoc, Havoc, Havoc, Havoc . . .

My door opens with a soft woosh as I move out into the hallway stealthily, the only sound to meet my ears the excited breaths I work to control.

A dim inky-crimson glow moves further into my Havoc’s untouched dark bedroom, and I speed over, trying hard to be as quiet as possible as I move close enough to the door that the sensors pick up on me and don’t lock me out in case it’s set to automatic lock; we can change the settings of our bedroom doors on the panels beside them on the inside of our rooms, and we’re able to choose them to lock behind us with a scan of our thumbs or to close us in on their own when they sense we’ve passed.

Letting out a quiet breath of relief when it stays open, entire body tingling with anticipation, I peek my head through the doorway, wetting my lips as I greedily absorb the stunning goddess before me.

My girl places her helmet on the bedside table, her long dark chestnut hair spilling down her back to stop just above her round ass. Next, she opens the top drawer and pulls her armoury sticks from her back before placing them inside, her movements all so smooth, so controlled. Then it’s her gloves, and I watch fixatedly as each delicate-looking finger is freed from the protective material.

But nothing about her is delicate.

She’s so perfect I want to merge into her, to intertwine our beings so deeply she will never be able to leave me. She’ll feel me with her always.

Havoc bends down to take off her boots, placing them neatly beside the drawers with her socks, and a quiet grunt leaves me at that perfect view. Fuck, I just want to slide my cock between those cheeks and—

My girl has straightened and is now pulling her zipper down.

Breath hitching, my hand flies down to palm my dick over my underwear, feeling the wet patch from my pre-cum.

Fuck yeah, Havoc, baby. Give me a show.

And she does, slowly dragging her Avri suit down her body while my eyes obsessively study every dip and curve exposed, every inch of that silky skin that I still can’t believe I actually felt, got to touch. All the while, my palm rubs up and down my cock, feeling the piercings through the thin material covering them. She’ll love them so much—I did as much research as I could after I realised my obsession with her, my love for her, knowing I’d have to have her and desperate to be able to please my girl as much as possible, and I’d heard the barbells could rub her tight fucking walls in just the right way.

My hand picks up its speed when Havoc straightens, and heat spreads throughout my lower back and all around the rest of my body.

Until her head turns marginally to the side.

I still.

She’s truly otherworldly, her milky-olive skin only lit by a faint glow of the red Avri in a pile on the floor and the low white lights from the hallway spilling through the open doorway.

“I know you are there.”

My heart lurches.

Of course she does. Me and my Havoc are made for each other. I knew she’d be able to sense me nearby.

The organ in my chest pumping simmering blood through my veins, I step forwards, my shadow blocking the luminance from outside the room, highlighting that lethal crimson bathing her. It doesn’t escape my notice that the door still hasn’t closed, and she’s smart enough to know how to work it.

She left it open for me.

“And you gave me such a treat?” My voice is low, gravelly. I’m ravenous for her.

She stays silent.

Never to be deterred, I stalk closer like an animal hunting his prey.

But we both know there are only predators here.

She tracks me, all her deadly attention on me, and a violent thrill shoots through me.