Page 78 of Cyber Revenge

Fuck. I’ve lost count.

Her body is mine in every way that matters. I’ve carved my marks into her skin, stained her with my cum, fucked her until she couldn’t walk, and still… It’s not enough.

I need her. All the fucking time. My cock is already hard again just looking at her.

Her thighs are slightly parted, the wetness between them glistening in the faint glow from the bathroom light. She’s still dripping with me, and I fucking love it.

Mine.

My brain stops working when she’s like this. It goes back to caveman ways. All I can think isMine.

My jaw clenches as I run my hand down her back, tracing over the bruises I’d left there earlier. She doesn’t stir, but I feel her body react, her breathing hitching just slightly even in sleep.

“Even asleep, you know who you belong to,” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper.

I can’t stop touching her. Ineverwant to stop. My fingers trace lower, slipping between her thighs to feel how slick she still is.

Warm.

Wet.

Fucking perfect.

A low growl rumbles in my chest as I spread her legs wider, my thumb circling her clit gently–just enough to make her body shudder. She stirs, a soft moan escaping her lips, but she doesn’t wake.

Not yet.

But I want her awake. I need her eyes on me. Need to see that look–that fucking look she gives me when I’m inside her. When she’s falling apart, and she knows it’s because ofme.

“Wake up, killstreak,” I murmur, pressing a kiss against her shoulder as my fingers slide deeper. She gasps softly, her body arching instinctively as she wakes.

“Trip…” Her voice is breathless, her eyes fluttering open, still hazy with sleep.

I don’t give her time to catch up. I’m already on her. My mouth claiming hers in a deep, demanding kiss, swallowing her moan as my fingers fuck her slowly.

“Morning,” I whisper against her lips, my cock pressing against her thigh.

Her eyes meet mine, and fuck… that look. Thatfuckinglook. Her pupils are blown wide, her lips swollen, her body already responding to me like it’s made for this.

Made for me.

“Again?” Her voice is soft, teasing, but I hear the need in it.

“Always.”

I pull her onto her back, her legs spreading automatically as I position myself between them. I drag my cock through her slick folds, teasing her, making her body beg for it.

“Please…”

One word.

That’s all it takes to snap whatever control I have left. I shove into her with one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt as her body arches beneath me.

“Fuck, killstreak…” I growl, my teeth grazing her jaw as I move inside her.

Her nails dig into my back, her hips grinding up to meet every thrust. She’s so fucking wet, so tight, her body gripping me like it’s made to take me.

“Harder,” she whispers, her voice shaky but needy.