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I please her with my fingers, fondling her until she doesn’t know whether she wants less or more. She keeps moaning as if it’s the latter and I give her more and more inches until she’s making sweet love to my touch alone. Throwing her arms over her head, she flaps her face from side to side, tumbling down on my touch as if she’s been born to do this and her body moves in the most sultriest waves that rip me apart.
Her hands go to my chest and she holds on to me as the first of her resistance breaks and then I break a little more, until she shatters, her face twisting with shock and desire and she cries out, whining and quavering. Her legs quiver, her lower lip trembling and I look down at my chest.
I have marks left from her fingers. Fuck, I didn’t even feel them, can’t feel anything other than the violent urge to take over her body. She whimpers my name, her eyes darting in surprise over what just happened before they go to my length and she swallows. Lifting her hand, she looks at it as if she’d like to get to know it, familiarize herself a little and her lips part, her tongue peeking out and I gently put myself into her mouth.
A moan exhales from her, her blameless lips dancing around me, sweet-talking my shaft until its putty in her mouth and I groan, clutching her breasts to stop myself from spilling right down her throat. In the back of my mind I wonder whether she’s on the pill or not but I’ve never seen her take anything. Pulling out, I clasp her wrists over her head and trail kisses down her throat before putting myself into her and she lets out a throaty groan, whimpering a little when I lift her leg to hit deeper.
“You’re mauling me,” I moan in delirium and I crash into her, crying out when I feel her incinerate me. She’s putting up a small fight by clasping around me too hard and sweat coats my neck. “Easy, easy...,” I groan and she shudders.
“I can’t. Doan know what to do....”
A part of me aches for her but the power she has over me is greater than anything else and I can’t think. All I see is her in a faint shimmer as if she's been lit up for me and I take her tongue in my mouth, sucking on it until she softens and she cries out when I thrust .
“You’re okay...just fuck yourself on me,” I groan and she nods jerkily, trusting me with everything. “It’ll get better...”
And I thrust and I keep on thrusting and I can’t stop and she pumps back. She summons me, yanking me deep into her little body and I pounce, pinning her under me so she can’t wriggle her way out. Her lids flutter under my heavy weight, her mouth spreading hot kisses over my ink, honoring me and my legacy. A frenzy takes over, whipping me to collect more and more until she’s raw and helpless. She weakens, fading beneath my masculine beating and I hold onto her while sweat dampens her skin and I sample it on my tongue, groaning at the faint saltiness.
Her tightness drains me ruthlessly until I bellow in surprise and she whimpers. Her head is bobbing, tits fanatically springing in my face, bite marks covering her lower lip from her teeth and her breasts swell the harder I go at her. She chokes on her moans, unable to speak them and her eyes roll back, her hips racing in tune with mine and I’ll never let her withdraw.
This girl will be mine until the end of all times and I grind into her, spank her spicy nipples with my tongue until I’m buried both between her legs and between her breasts and the pleasure is so consuming, her sudden orgasm takes us both by surprise.
She shrieks, ripping at my muscles with her hands and I groan, ejaculating my lust and it coats her tight walls until black spots form before my eyes. She’s so in need of me, still clutching to my body as if she can’t let go and when I slide out of her, she moans in protest.
The fever still lingers in her.
I know it does, I can tell just by looking at her and she’s still puffed-up and greedy and her little just-had-my-innocence-taken-and-need-more hardship almost kills me. Moving down I position myself and start lapping at her and she moans in surprise.
“Need to lick what’s between your legs,” I groan. “Lick your special little spot until you scream my name.”
She mewls, thrashing and moving around as I lap and I never want to stop. Her attached to my mouth is the most perfect thing in the world and it gives me a kind of peace I’ve never felt before, the one a wolf can have only when he’s eating the lamb and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Tastes like fresh cream,” I growl gutturally and she pants, shuddering.
“Rev, what behavior is this?” she pants when I clasp her hips, yanking her down, shoving inside her again and she unravels once more before my eyes.
I’ve never needed anything more than her.
Which is why I will murder those who tried to hurt her.
9.
Revenge
Addie stirs in my arms, murmuring my name in her sleep before a smile crosses her face. In my chest my heart swells until it turns painful and I’m so fucking hers I’m a walking, talking hazard. I want to stay. Watch her sleep like this until she opens up her cornflower eyes, and centers me and throws me into turmoil at the same time.
How could anyone have tried to hurt something like her? I shudder with wrath, shake with madness and a need for blood. Their blood.
“I will destroy them,” I whisper in her ear and I clasp her tighter, holding her and rocking her a little and even in her sleep she purrs. “For you, lamb. I’m doing this for you.” I stroke her hair and face, before gently rolling her over and luckily she doesn’t awake.
I wanted to exhaust her and I didn’t stop fucking her until her lids grew so heavy, she could barely stay awake and her body went limp. Mostly it was because I needed to quench some of my need for her but some of it was to make sure she won’t wake up, while I’m away. I’ve given her rounds and rounds of passion, poured everything I had into her and I fill with pride at the way she absorbed it all. I’m under her skin now and I stroke my hand down her arm, the same way she is under mine. Keeping my eyes on her sleeping form, I pull my clothes on and it’s hard tearing myself away from those wholesome curves but I grind my jaw and leave.
This time I take my car into the village, parking it a distance away from the village center and I get out. From the pocket of my cloak, I take out my knife and carve our symbol on a couple of surfaces, so that those who know will know this town is under the Nordic Mafia’s protection. My jaw is in a lockup, my black cloak flaring behind me as I make my way to the Inn and my throat snares.
The thirst...
Finally, it will be quenched.
Most of the windows of the Inn are dark for the night but one is lit downstairs, the part of the Inn that’s a bar and I cross the street. I enter through the front door and a tired bartender looks up at me.
