Primal Pursuit

“Fuck, Rabbit. I don’t think there’s any way to get enough of you.” His hand smooths over my head, but he’s in no rush to make me take him hard or deep. He lets me take my time, sliding my hand up and down the thick shaft, taking his head into my mouth to suck on, and eventhat’s big enough to make my jaw ache when I try to move my tongue around it.

I play with his balls as I suck him in, inch by inch. And I move up and down on him, and he gets thicker and harder and he’s groaning now. But he doesn’t force me to do a thing.

I love it when he does, though. And I love it now, when he gives me free rein. Seems I love everything with him.

He tastes of Davian and his tea and rose and tobacco scent, that slight rum and dark honey tempered with the cleanness of the water from the shower. I know this is his soap, shampoo, because that scent now clings to me, too. It makes me want to climb in him, makes me want to please him, be his perfect little rabbit.

I’m going down on him harder now, taking him all the way in, and he pulls me up and off him. “What?—”

“Rabbit, I love your fucking sweet mouth, but I want you to ride me, make me come in you.”

The hunger in his words makes my core clench, and he pulls me on him like I’m nothing, like I offer zero resistance to his strength. I straddle him, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, and he holds his cock for me. I push down, taking him into my pussy inch by inch. It’s like some kind of slow, dreamy thing in the air, and I’m already aching for him. Once he’s buried to the hilt inside me, the ache grows stronger, and I start to move.

Davian tangles a hand in my hair and pulls me down, his mouth taking mine, and I ride him in deep, rocking moves that has his cock touching all the sweet and sensitivespots inside me while he kisses me. Slow. Delicate. So, so hungry.

The kiss is my undoing. Feeling his thick girth glide against my walls with deep, measured strokes has me coming apart in stages. The soft dance of his tongue, the lazy thrusts of his cock inside me, the way my clit rubs against him.

It’s both heaven and hell going so slowly, so intimately. I feel him everywhere, and as my hands roam his chest, I imagine I’m liquid, wanting to seep into his pores and become part of him. Flow into his soul and stay there.

“Come for me, Rabbit,” he whispers against my lips, brushing his fingers through my hair as he keeps my face inches from his. “Let me feel you.”

I don’t close my eyes. I keep his gaze…and I come.

It’s something that spreads in waves, like the tide. Slowly at first, lazy, but building, growing until it crashes against bone.

“Davian,” I say, and I clench down, my inner walls contracting, throbbing from the heated pleasure that seems never-ending.

“That’s my good little rabbit,” he rasps and pulls me down, keeping that slow rhythm inside me, working his hips. A low groan vibrates from him, and he slips an arm around my back, keeping me there as he spurts inside me, his seed filling me deep as his cock twitches and jerks.

Something shifted. Something strong. Undeniable. Something that shouldn’t be labeled.

Not with us.

He thrusts up into me a few more times, and I collapseon him, his lips back on mine for another slow and meandering kiss.

“For me,” he starts, rolling us to the side, making no move to pull out, “that was some fucked up, perverted shit. Hardcore vanilla shit. Are you trying to kill me, Rabbit?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, make sure you try to kill me again in the morning.”

We both smile lazily, and I bite his chest and close my eyes, holding him to me, because I don’t know how many other times we’ll have together…before I have to kill him.

Or before he kills me.

I gasp, coming awake.

Davian’s sleeping on his back, and my head’s spinning, skin sticky with sweat.

I was dreaming.

Dreaming of things I never dream of.

White dresses and gauzy veils. Bells and picket fences, and I wasn’t using a picket to stab him. Instead, he carried me through.

The dream—the nightmare—was some fucked-up, mid-last-century shit.

I was happy. For however long that dream lasted…I was happy. And it’s wrong.