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“Touch me,” she begs.

I return to my second favorite position between a woman’s thighs. Her little nub winks at me from between her folds. I’m going to suck that tiny bundle of pleasure until I break her wide open.

With slow, sensual caresses, I begin kissing her delicate lips. She tastes like wild honey and smells like cinnamon. My delectable treat writhes beneath my mouth, alternating between rising to meet my tongue and retreating into the mattress. I palm her hips and hold her still. She can’t get away from me now. I lap at her sweetness and soak up her cries of pleasure. The sound of her heavy breathing fills my ears. It’s all I can hear, but I want so much more. I want her screaming my name and pleading with me to make her come. Until I get that, I’m not stopping.

Her damn panties are in the way, so I tear them off. She gasps and lifts her head to look at me. I smirk, holding her gaze as I glide my thumb over her slit. Her eyes close, and she falls back against the bed. Soft little moans spill from her lips. I devour every one of them, coaxing out even more passionate cries with my tongue.

When I swirl my tongue over her clit, she bucks, pressing hard against me. I pull back until she relents and eases her hips down. I’m not going to let her off that easily. Keeping my hands off her has been sheer torture. It’s about time she got a little taste of the agonizing state she’s kept me in.

“Scar, please. I need you inside me.”

“We’re not even close to that … yet.”

“But I want you,” she whines.

“We’ll see.”

I lash my tongue against her pussy. She cries out and twists her hips, but I hold her still. With long, languid strokes, I nudge her closer and closer to ecstasy. I read her so well I can tell when she’s on the verge of exploding. When I feel her reaching that delicious apex, I back off, letting her drift down a bit before dragging my tongue across her sex and forcing her back to the precipice.

This game amuses me far more than it should. But her little whimpers are too good not to savor. I’m drunk on them. I could torture her with my lips and teeth and tongue all night, and I’m tempted to do exactly that, but my cock’s so fucking hard I’m afraid it’s going to burst.

“Don’t wake everyone up,” I warn.

She grabs a pillow and presses it over her face. I laugh before slipping two fingers into her tight channel. She hisses so loudly that the pillow barely muffles the sound. So much for not waking the entire household. But who the fuck cares if they hear us? At least now they’ll know for sure that she’s mine. The others will stay the fuck away from her after they hear her screaming my name.

I pump my fingers in and out, bringing her close once more. She moans and squeezes the pillow so tightly that I’m afraid she’ll suffocate herself. I could keep her like this for hours, but my cock’s desperate to take the place of my hands and tongue. I want to feel all that velvety heat deep inside her, and my fingers can only go so far.

As I lift her against my mouth, I lap at her clit. My fingers plunge in again and again, sensing the subtle tightening of her flesh. I’m going out of my mind with want, so I give her exactly what she needs.

With an expert flick of my tongue, I stroke her pussy in just the right spot. She stops breathing. I’ve got her right where I want her, so I vibrate my tongue against her, pushing her so hard she can’t do anything but keen. She’s moaning and thrashing, but I don’t let up. I know she’s impossibly close, and it will only take one long drag of my tongue to destroy her completely.

I do exactly that, invading her with my tongue before sucking her clit between my lips. She screams so loud I’m sure she’s woken the dead. Even Reaper couldn’t have slept through all that yelling.

Her hips undulate against my mouth while her pussy sucks greedily at my fingers. She’s coiled so damn tight I can hardly pull my fingers free. She jerks away from my mouth, twisting onto her side and sobbing as her body quakes from an all-consuming orgasm. Every inch of her shakes as she’s wracked by convulsions.

By the time she comes down, I’ve got her on her back again. Her glassy eyes meet mine, and she spreads her thighs, giving me all the invitation I need. I push my thick cock into her still-throbbing pussy. She squeezes my dick like a vise, wrapping it in so much heat I think I’m going to die. I moan, burying myself so deep I’m afraid I’ll come out of her throat.

Pure instinct takes over. I drive into her, unable to slow my hips. Taking my time is impossible. I want to flood her with my desire and make her realize how much she’s affected me. I could try to ease up, but why? She’s so tight and hot and wet and … Fuck, if I don’t get my shit together, I’m going to come so fucking fast.

I slow my tempo just enough to lessen the friction. My balls hang heavy, slapping against her plump ass. I want to fuck her from behind. I want her on top. I want her on her side. I want her in every way ever invented by man or beast. The monster inside me wants to fuck her until she’s just as broken and twisted inside as I am.

“Scar, choke me.”

“What?” I stop mid-thrust. I couldn’t have heard her right. How can I with the way blood is rushing through my ears?

“Put your hands around my neck.” She pries one of my wrists up from where I’m bracing myself and rests it on her delicate throat.

“Julia, no.” I yank my hand away.

“Yes. I … please.” She blushes so hard I almost lose myself and come in her drenched pussy.

When she grabs my hand again, I growl and wrap it around her throat, squeezing just enough to show her I’ll do it. If she’s testing me, she’s about to be in serious trouble because the minute my hand covers her delicate neck, all I want to do is tighten my grip.

“Yes …” She grinds up, sucking my cock into her hungry cunt. “Harder.”

I slam my hips against hers, clenching my fingers, choking her a little more. She fucks me back even harder, slamming her hips against mine until the slap, slap, slap of our bodies fills the room. I’m so fucking turned on that I squeeze harder. Her face pales, and her eyes roll back. She’s fucking me from below, taking every rough thrust and demanding even more. She wants it harder, faster, deeper. I’m pounding into her so violently I’m sure we’re going to break the bed, but I don’t give a fuck. All I want is to feel her velvet cunt tighten more and more, milking, squeezing, coiling, pulling the darkness inside me to the surface. She wants to see the monster. I can feel it.

The second I wrap my other hand around her throat, her eyes go wide. Fear flashes for a second before the darkness inside her takes over. I’m strangling her, cutting off her air supply, and stealing her life second by second. Still, she jerks against me, using me for her own pleasure just as wantonly as I use her for mine.