Page 14 of Primal Bonds 1

I shifted in his arms, my body aching severely. Fuck, if my body was in this much pain with just this small movement, imagine Adam taking me in this state? Worse, if I ran away, which I very much doubted I could manage even that, and met Tony and his gang? They wouldn’t let me go; that was for sure. They’d assault me again and…

The thought of going through that hell again scared me into paralysis. I never wanted to experience that sort of shit again.Ever!

My only option for now was to stay with Adam. At least he hadn’t hit me or assaulted me, yet.

He wanted compensation, and I’d gladly give him that, but not now.

Now, in my current state, I wouldn’t be able to handle him. I wouldn’t be able to satisfy him. I knew a man likeAdam; they had a big appetite for sex. They could go all out and all night fucking.

I had to appease Adam’s sexual appetite, I decided. Ease him a little so he wouldn’t be sexually frustrated and prey on me before I was ready.

I slowly eased out of his arms. Then sitting up, I moved away the duvet and my gaze came to rest on Adam’s form. He was stark naked.

So, hewasexpecting this sort of thing to happen between us.

Again, reality hurt.

But Adam was ripped, with toned muscles everywhere. He wasn’t like those bastards with forty to fifty percent of their body weight consisting of fat. Adam was… Beautiful.

The thought of touching Adam didn’t repulse me, which was news to me because I hated men touching me or me touching them. I liked Adam’s smell and his warmth, too, so that was a plus.

I rested my palm on his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles and warmness of his skin. I felt the slight beating of his heart, too, a regular rhythm like the sound of music.

I trailed my hand down his body, my fingers light as a feather caressing his skin, which was adorned with scars.

Scars.There were so many of them. Why did Adam have so many scars? Had he, too, been through a tough life?

Suddenly, I didn’t feel so disconnected from him after all. Despite how he appeared—successful and wealthy—the scars were sign enough, telling a tale of Adam’s difficultchildhood, which was something I could relate to. Those marks, they were undoubtedly results from street fights and torture.

Torture.

Kuro, Aka, and I, too, had been tortured. No! To them—the institute—they called it discipline. And they made sure they did it in such a way that it didn’t leave any evidence behind. Our soft, smooth skin was one of the many selling points, after all.

I gently caressed one, a long line across Adam’s chest. Could it be a result from a whip?

Whip.

I felt my body shuddering involuntarily at the thought. I had been treated with a whip a few times by clients. The pain had been unbearable. More unbearable, though, was the fact that I had to endure it all night, with them switching between going all out at whipping me like I was the most disgusting thing in the world and them just chilling and drinking expensive wine while treating me like I was the most precious thing to them. Then the next morning the institute would arrive to pick me up and I’d be immediately treated to ensure I’d heal as quickly as possible, leaving no marks of torture left behind.

Once again, I felt my body shudder. At the slightest reminder, the past always seemed to come back to haunt me.

I took in a deep breath and shoved the thoughts of the past from my mind. It was better not to think about the past; it hurt. Thinking about it didn’t help. Onecouldn’t turn back time and change things. What had happened already happened.

Returning my attention to the present, to Adam, I continued stroking the man, trailing the tip of my fingers down his six-pack abs, liking the feel of it, and then his cock.

He was big, the organ resting between his muscular thighs. I gently wrapped my hand around it, finding I could barely completely circle it with my hand. Then I started to gently stroke and caress it, and within moments, it sprang up and came to life.

As I rubbed his penis, I leaned down and kissed his nipple, gently and softly. Then I licked and stroked it, my hot tongue pressing against his flesh. Then I sucked at it and toyed with it, the way I had been taught to, although I was never good at it. None of us were, Kuro, Aka, and I. We’d always get scolded for doing it wrong and for biting them because of our fangs.

I was careful with teasing Adam as I kissed his flesh so I didn’t accidentally bite him or have my small fangs cut into his skin. I didn’t want to hurt him or wake him up. I wanted him asleep, enjoying this like it was in his dream, satisfying his sexual inclination so he wouldn’t pay attention to me when he was awake.

As I kissed and teased his flesh, I played with his cock. The organ was becoming hotter and harder, bulging big and strong, just like the man himself.

I switched my attention to his other nipple as I increased the stroking of his cock, feeling it twitch in my hand.

“Mmm…” A deep groan came my way. It was a pleasant sound, of pleasure and satisfaction. That meant he was feeling good, whatever I was doing to him. Come morning, he’d feel refreshed and deeply satisfied.

After I had sucked and teased his other nipple until it was very aroused, budding out and glistening red, I moved down until my face was at Adam’s rock-hard cock, which was sticking out like a steel pole.