Primal Pursuit

He squeezes my throat, cutting off the air, and he pounds into me at a relentless pace. Hard, fast, savage, deep.

Lights burst in front of my eyes as he chokes me, and he’s intently focused on me, watching me until I start to float, my vision framed with black edges.

He lets go, and I drag in air, gasping for breath, only for his fingers to dig into my throat again. Over and over, he does this. Choking me. Letting go. Choking me again, until finally I come, screaming, my cum gushing from between my thighs while he continues to fuck me with vicious thrusts.

His hand tightens once more, and he hauls me in for a hard and nasty kiss as he comes, too—violent, savage grunts ripping from his throat.

We’re both wrecked.

Full of fire.

Full of chaos.

He releases my throat and kisses me again. Soon we’re trying to fucking devour each other as euphoria sweeps me, and I can’t get enough. I don’t even care about anything or where I am or who I’m with. All I care about are the sensations cascading through me, of the burningfire in my blood, the sweetness that rolls through me, the heat of him and his mouth. My heart’s beating so loud I can barely think, and Davian starts laughing as he pulls out of me and puts himself away.

“Someone wants us out.”

Oh, shit. That’s not my heart, it’s the door.

I try to get off the sink, but I fall, and Davian catches me. He holds me until I can stand, and then he steps back, staring at me.

“You’re not going anywhere like that, Rabbit. I’m off duty and don’t feel like murdering someone on my night off.”

“What?” I blink at him and take a drunken step. “I can fend for myself.”

“Not like that.” He grabs my arm and starts to pull at my clothes. He’s covering me, pulling the top of my dress back into place, undoing the knot in my dress and smoothing it down.

“Stay, Rabbit.” Davian goes into the stall and swings the door half shut and then comes back with my bag dangling. “You should come with me for aftercare.”

“No.”

“Thought so. Stubborn rabbits are naughty rabbits, but…so be it. Come on.”

He grabs my hand and unlocks the door. A woman opens her mouth to yell, but one look from Davian makes her shut it.

Clutching my hand, he weaves us through the crowd, his grip tightening every few steps. He has his phone in his other hand, swiping and typing before tucking it away. Hedoesn’t say a word until we’re outside on the street, the bite of the air waking me out of my sex stupor.

A car pulls up, and Davian leads me to it, opening the door. I try to turn away, to refuse, but he stops me and takes my face in one hand. “Do not piss me off, Poppy. Get in the damn car.”

“But—”

“No buts. Not now. Tell the driver where you’re going.” He grabs my hair and hauls me in for a brutal, nasty kiss that’s like the hot and depraved sex we just had.

My body starts to shift gears, even though I’m barely standing.

As our lips part, he lingers for a second. “I win, Rabbit.”

“It’s a draw.”

He smirks, biting his bottom lip like he can still taste me. “Now get in the fucking car and go home.”

I slide into the back seat, and Davian shuts the door. There’s an instant disconnect, like my soul senses we’re no longer together. It scares the living shit out of me, and I tighten my arms around me.

It’s not until I’m home and crawling into bed, still messy, like some kind of feral creature who knows it’s been marked, owned, taken, and claimed, that my phone buzzes.

A thrill passes through me as I read the text, and I don’t know if it’s delight or anger or some new combination of both.

The big bad wolf: 1. rabbit: 0