Page 9 of Dark Desires

His body's covered in tattoos, ink stretched over muscle built to destroy, every line begging to be touched.

He gently lowers me onto the bed, looming over me as I wear nothing but my bra and panties.

Predator above, prey below—but I’m the one aching to be devoured.

Then he’s all over me once more, his hands exploring my body, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples. The world outside might as well not exist—it’s just us and this bubble of ecstasy and fire.

I can feel the anticipation building up inside me.

Eager.

My heart is pounding, my skin is tingling, and my pussy is already wet with desire.

His eyes are glued to my chest. “Fuck, look at you,” he growls. “Perfect tits begging for my mouth.” And I can see that bulge getting bigger every second.

"Take me," I say. My voice sounds wrecked, desperate already. I spread my legs just a tad more—give him the full view. “See what you do to me?” I whisper, my clit throbbing under the thin lace.

His darken, and I can tell he's ready.

He grabs my ankles, pulls me to the edge until my ass is just off the bed.

That cool air hits me, and it’s obvious he’s seeing just how turned on I am.

"Damn," he groans. “So fucking wet. You want this cock, don’t you, devotchka?”

I moan as he plays me like that damn piano.

He slips his hand underneath my panties, spreading my lips and teasing my clit, the pleasure insane.

His thumb circles with ruthless precision, making me squirm. I arch back, pushing up my chest, and he’s on it, sucking at my nipple while still teasing below.

The heat’s building, pressure mounting inside me.

"Oh, God, Alexei," I moan. "Please, I need you inside me."

“Not yet,” he rasps against my skin. “I want to hear you scream first.”

He keeps at it, slipping a finger inside me, my walls gripping it tightly. “Tight little cunt,” he growls. His thumb stays on my clit, his finger moving in and out, in and out, until?—

“Oh, God!” I come hard, my hips bucking, my back arching.

My scream rips into the air, raw and obscene, his name tangled in every broken syllable.

One of his hands stays between my legs, the other under the cup of my bra.

“Now,” I say, the orgasm fading. “I need you inside me.”

With a hot look, he frees himself, and I lick my lips, so ready.

My eyes lock on his cock—thick, veined, the kind of monster you’d run from… if you didn’t crave being split in half.

He steps in close, the heat from his body radiating outward.

Nothing else matters.

My mind no longer functions, my body taking over. He looks down with those hungry eyes, and I know it’s about to go down.

He grabs me, and in one smooth motion, he fills me up completely.