Page 11 of Stalker

"Maryse." His voice is a low growl, vibrating through me, stoking the fire within.

I'm acutely aware of his proximity, the raw power coiled within him. His bone spurs cast jagged shadows on the wall, stark reminders of his otherness. Yet, I'm not afraid. I'm exhilarated.

Bruticus pushes me forcefully, but not painfully, up against the wall. His strength is overwhelming, yet exhilarating. My breath hitches as his body presses against mine, his bone spurs digging into my soft skin, a sharp contrast to the gentle kisses he trails down my neck.

"Bruticus," I whisper, my voice barely audible. His name tastes like a secret on my lips.

His mouth finds mine, smothering me with deep, hard kisses. It's intense, consuming, and I can't get enough. The minor pain from his spurs only adds to the sensory experience, heightening every touch, every sensation.

His hands, large and rough, grope my breasts through the dress. I moan into his mouth, arching my back to press myself further into his touch. He teases my nipples, circling them with his thumbs until they harden, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

"You're driving me crazy," I manage to gasp out between kisses.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his red eyes dark with desire. "Good," he growls. "Because you've been driving me crazy since the moment I saw you."

His words send a thrill through me. I want this—I want him. I want to give myself over to the hurricane of Bruticus's lust and desire. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word is overwhelming, but I don't want it to stop. I want to drown in this sensation, in this raw, primal need.

"Don't stop," I murmur, my hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin.

He doesn't need any more encouragement. His mouth captures mine again, his hands roaming over my body, igniting a fire within me that I never want to extinguish. The world outside this room fades away, leaving only the two of us, lost in a whirlwind of passion and desire.

"Bruticus," I gasp, as he grips the neckline of my dress. With one swift, powerful motion, he rips it clean off my body. The sudden exposure sends a thrill through me, the cool air against my skin a stark contrast to the heat of his gaze. I'm not scared; I'm electrified.

"You're mine now," he growls, his red eyes locked onto mine. His large hands, surprisingly gentle yet firm, explore my body as if it were a territory he's claiming.

"Oh god," I whisper, my voice barely audible. His fingers trail down, finding the heat between my legs. He rubs my pussywith his big, thick fingers, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I'm already so wet, so ready for him.

He doesn't hesitate. His fingers slide inside me, filling me, stretching me. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can't help but cry out. "Bruticus!"

My screams are cut off by his mouth as he kisses me hard, his tongue conquering mine with a ferocity that matches the rhythm of his fingers. He's everywhere, consuming me, claiming me. His bone spurs dig into my skin, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that only heightens my senses.

"You feel incredible," he murmurs against my lips, his fingers moving in and out, driving me wild. I can't think, can't breathe. All I can do is feel.

The pressure builds, and I'm teetering on the edge. His fingers curl inside me, hitting a spot that sends me spiraling. I orgasm hard, my body convulsing with pleasure. I scream into his mouth, my cries muffled by his kiss.

His tongue conquers my mouth, his nimble fingers conquer my pussy. I cum so hard that my knees buckle, and I collapse into Bruticus's arms. He holds me tight, his strength a comforting anchor as I ride out the waves of pleasure.

"Bruticus," I pant, my body trembling with the aftershocks. He smiles against my lips, a triumphant, possessive smile that sends a shiver down my spine.

"I've got you," he rumbles, his voice a deep, soothing vibration against my chest. And in that moment, I know I'm his. Completely, utterly his.

Bruticus sweeps me off my feet, literally, and carries me to the bedroom like I weigh nothing. He lays me down on the bed with a gentleness that surprises me, given the raw power I know he possesses. My heart races as he steps back, his red eyes locked onto mine.

He unfastens his trousers, and my breath catches in my throat. His cock springs free, big and throbbing, unlike anything I've ever seen. The heart-shaped tip is adorned with spurs that flex and pulse with his heartbeat. It's intimidating, but god, I want him. I want him inside me more than I've ever wanted anything before.

"Bruticus," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "Please..."

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Please what, little delicacy?"

"Take me," I beg, my cheeks flushing with heat. "I need you."

He chuckles, a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "You never have to beg for my touch, little delicacy."

His words alone send a jolt of pleasure through me, and I'm already close to the edge again. I squirm on the bed, my body aching for his touch. He leans over me, his bone spurs casting intricate shadows on the wall. His red eyes darken, pupils dilating as he takes in every inch of my naked body.

"But I want to hear you say it," he growls, his voice a deep vibration that resonates within me. "Tell me what you want, Maryse."

I bite my lip, a moan escaping as I arch my back, offering myself to him. "I want you, Bruticus. I want you inside me. Now."