Primal Pursuit

I know Davian’s going to kill the guy after he gets the information he wants. But instead of running for the hills, I’ve got my feet firmly planted in this scene because I’ve never been more alive than I am right now.

I move around Davian, reach out, and pull him down as I push up on my toes, and I kiss him with deep, carnal intent. I kiss him in a way that proves to him just how fucking hungry I am.

He breaks the kiss and looks at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Rabbit? Are you turned on?”

“Yes.”

“Well, this just took a dark turn. I like it.” Davian comes closer to me, sliding his hands up under my skirt, fingers brushing along my panties. “He’ll be dead after I’mdone questioning him. But your little kiss got me in the mood to play. You in the mood to play, Rabbit?”

“God, yes.” There is no hesitation. Only fire.

“Strip for me, Rabbit.”

I lightly nod and start shimmying out of my skirt.

Davian smiles. “That’s my girl.”

I pull my shirt over my head, keeping my eyes on him, not caring that there’s a man chained and about to die.

Davian flicks off my bra, and I’m burning, on fire. This is so messed up, but my clit’s throbbing.

Davian slides a finger down my tie. “Leave this on. Panties off.”

I drop them, and he lifts me out of them and sets me on the bench. Next to the gun. And spreads my legs wide.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Rabbit.”

The chained man makes a high-pitched sound, like seeing me means he’s really going to die. Davian’s gagged him, so sound is all he can make.

Davian runs his knuckles between my pussy lips, pushing against my sensitive clit, and I shudder, my entire body wired up and shooting with electric currents. He sinks to his knees in front of me, dragging his nose along my inner thigh, inhaling deep, soaking up the scent of my skin, all the way up to where his gaze is level with my bare sex.

“Tasty rabbit treat,” he murmurs and slides his tongue through my slit, causing me to tremble and bite my lip as I watch him. With a hand on my knee, he pushes my leg upward and outward, spreading me even wider for him, sucking and biting my clit, pushing two fingers into me.

Those fingers curl in against my G-spot as his lips, tongue, and teeth up the ante with their pressure.

He’s not gentle.

I’m not even sure that’s in his vocabulary when it comes to sex, and I love that. I love his roughness, his need to take, to give it to me hard, claim me unapologetically.

I’m a moaning mess as he eats me out in front of our guest, my body humming and singing, demanding more.

Davian sucks my clit into his mouth with a pulsing rhythm, curling his fingers more inside me, and I explode. I come so hard I’m shooting up into the stars, my whole being coming apart and getting melded back together by this exquisite monster.

“Love it when you come in my mouth, Rabbit.” He licks hard, lapping at me like he wants every drop. He lifts his head and grins wickedly. “You taste even more delicious with a little murder on your mind.”

The man whimpers, and I’m hit with an after-spasm of pleasure.

I reach for Davian’s pants, falling to my knees as he pulls out his cock. He offers it to me, and I devour it. I take it all the way down my throat and work him like I need it to live, like my life depends on giving him pleasure.

He curls a hand in my hair and uses my face to fuck himself.

It feels so good. He makes me stretch to fit him.

It’s hard and brutal, and he’s more than turned on, and each time he slams his cock’s head right at the back of my throat, setting off my gag reflex, he mutters, “Fuck, yes.”

Grabbing his thighs, I help him, letting him guide theaction. His cockhead slides hard over my tongue to the back of my throat, and all the saliva I produce helps him.

I don’t know why I like it like this, but I do. There’s something so filthy about it. So raw and wild. Animalistic. And I suck hard, trying to get as much of him in me, each time, as I can.