Page 28 of Primal

My fingers thrust deep, curling. “How are you ever gonna learn to be good if you’re so filthy?”

She snaps her teeth. Misses me by millimeters, her eyes alight.

“Let’s start with the tip, hmm? Get you used to the feeling.”

I run my thumb over her lower lip—silky, soft, a little chapped. Her pupils dilate, black swallowing the green as she glares back.

“You gonna be a good little slut for me?” I ask—as if she has a choice.

As if she ever did.

“Go to hell—”

I dig my fingers into the hinge of her jaw. “Let me rephrase.”

I push her down.

Her knees hit the ground. Left. Right.

“Bite me and see what happens.”

Her mouth opens.

I shove myself in before she can sass back.

“There we go,” I rasp.

Finally. Should’ve known her mouth would be this perfect.

I’m only an inch in—enough for her to suck on the tip while my fingers sink into her hair. She tries to take more.

My fist tightens, holding her in place.

She gazes up at me through those lashes. Face shadowed. Eyes lit by moonlight—wide and fierce.

“Nice and easy, baby girl,” I croon, sliding in and out—never past that sweet, greedy tongue. “Learn the taste.”

The sound she makes—half protest, half plea—is fucking heaven. The heat’s almost enough to finish me.

My fingers curl in her hair again. “That’s it.”

Head bobbing. Hands digging into my thighs. Yeah.

I let her have control—for one long, indulgent minute—until she pulls off.

“Open,” I growl.

This time, she obeys eagerly.

I don’t give her time to brace. Just thrust all the way in. Her gag reflex kicks in immediately, all sloppy.

I hold her head steady.

“Breathe through your nose, little fox,” I rumble, thumb stroking her cheek. “You wanted this. Now take it.”

She glares up at me, but her tongue flicks—once—against the underside. That maddening pressure. The way her lips catch on every ridge.

“Goddamn, you’re perfect.”