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Hesitantly she drops her arms back down to her sides, and I drink her in. Her tits are small but perfect, with dusky pink nipples that beckon me to take them into my mouth. Fuck, I want to mark them, mark her. So I do just that. Leaning forward I take one of the hard nipples between my teeth, nipping at her sensitive flesh.
“Oh…” Elyse whimpers, one of her hands coming to rest on my head. I flick my tongue against the hard bud, and alternate between sucking and biting her flesh.
It doesn’t take long for her to start lifting her hips, begging me to fuck her without saying a single word. Her pussy brushes against my leaking cock, and I pull away, a harsh breath passing my lips. Fuck. I peer down between her spread thighs, and to her perfect pussy.
She wants me, needs me like I need her.
Control yourself. Don’t hurt her.
She lifts her hips, seeking out my cock, begging me with her seductive gaze.
War wages inside my head, and I almost allow the physical need to let go of control and have my most basic instincts lead me, but at the last moment I clench my hands into tight fists and regain my footing.
Elyse can sense the change in my demeanor and she whispers softly to me. “I can see you struggling for control. You don’t have to be something you're not for my sake. I’m not made of glass. I won’t break if you touch me.”
“Wrong, Little Prey. You won’t just break for me. You’ll fucking shatter.”
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Sebastian
The animalistic urge to claim her becomes the only thing I can see or feel. I’m past the point of no return. The predator has been set free, and sweet little Elyse is my willing prey.
I take her by the hips with bruising force, and lift her, holding her at the perfect angle.
She whimpers softly, but I’m too far gone to care. I’m not sure I’d be able to stop, even if she begged me at this point. Fuck I should ease my grip, gently enter her, kiss her, and make love to her, but I can’t. I need her too fucking badly to do that. Plus, there will be plenty of time for that later.
“Wait, Sebastian… I…” Elyse murmur.
If she was going to ask me to stop, it’s a little too late. I thrust my hips forward. So fragile and perfect. I know I’m going to fucking ruin her, destroy her, but I can’t be bothered to give a shit anymore. I no longer care if taking her makes me selfish. I look down the length of our bodies, watching as my cock enters her, my length filling her in one thrust.
“Fuck, Elyse.” I curse under my breath as black dots appear in my vision.
It’s like a damn out-of-body experience. She’s so warm, and tight. Home. She’s where I fucking belong. I bite back the desire to come right then and there like a teenager. I take a couple of calming breaths and hold myself inside her for a moment, relishing in the sensations. She clamps down on my cock, and I swear I see stars.
When I start to pull out, so I can slam back in, I feel her tiny hand on my forearm, her nails digging into my skin. Pinpricks of pain zing across my flesh.
I tear my gaze away and back up to her face, and what I see makes my insides cold. Her pretty blue eyes are filled with tears that slide freely down her cheeks, and her features are pinched together as if she’s in pain.
“What the fuck?” I growl and pull almost all the way out of her.
“No. Please.” She whimpers, trying to grab onto me like she thinks I might disappear. I look down between our bodies and notice the red tinge of blood that coats my cock.
“Why are you bleeding, Elyse? Did I hurt you?” I question with concern.
Some of the primal desire fades as I tug her up into my arms, cradling her small body while I swipe at the tears with my thumbs. My cock is still partially inside her, and the movement makes her muscles clamp tight around me. Air hisses through my teeth as I stop myself from thrusting deep, until my balls press against her ass and there isn’t a single spot I’m not touching inside her.
“Please don’t be mad…” she pleads, and I stare down at her in confusion.
“Tell me what the fuck is going on,” I ask, tightening my hold on her.
“You didn’t hurt me. I’m a virgin. Well, was.” Her legs tremble as she tightens her hold on me. Virgin? It never occurred to me that…my mind is reeling. If that’s true, what about the pregnancy test? Does that mean…shock gives way to anger, and I sink my fingers into her hair at the back of her neck and tug her head back so I can see her face better.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you let me think that test was yours?” I’m practically foaming at the mouth with rage.
“I didn’t think you would go through with it if you thought I was a virgin, and I don’t want anyone else but you to be my first.” She bites her bottom lip, “You bled for me earlier, and now I’m bleeding for you.”
You bled for me, and now I’m bleeding for you.