Page 288 of Fatality

I want it, I need it.

We finally break apart when we need air.

Our forehead presses together.

I can’t believe what the fuck is happening right now, but I don’t want it to stop.

“Don't you fucking dare run now.” He leans in, brushing his lips against mine. “You can't kiss me and then walk away like it never happened.”

“Shut it... I’ll run if I want to…” I mumble, still panting.

His own face is flushed, his lips are swollen from the kiss.

“Mmh...” he grunts roughly.

“That’s bad, we can’t just kiss in the middle of bodies.” I whisper.

“Yeah, that’s bad.”

I pant, completely fucked by my actions and his.

I want it, he is… Him.

“Fuck it.” I say.

“Yes, fuck it.”

He kisses me again, our lips clash together.

His hand holding me on his waist slides backward and grip my ass, before he dips his head and trails hot, biting kisses down my jaw to throat.

He growls before biting down my neck and sucking it leaving a mark.

I gasp and tilt my head on the side, giving him better access.

He releases my skin with wet pop and his teeth grazes my pulse point.

The sensation of pain is fucking addictive.

He grinds his already-hard length against my inner thighs.

“F… fuck…” I murmur, shaking.

“That’s right, fuck.”

The hand around my throat slides between our bodies.

I hear the zipper of his suit pants—now stained with the blood from his gunshot wound and the guards' blood—being yanked down.

I look down, his cock is out, the piercings harsh under the lights.

I look back at him.

His hand moves between my legs, hooks my thong aside, and plunges his finger in.

I start to moan, completely forgetting about my period but I feel a sudden pressure and a yanking, he just took out my menstrual cup and tosses it aside before aligning himself.

The thick, pierced tip of his cock pressing against my entrance, already slick with my arousal and my own cycle.