Page 10 of Destined Dawn

I suck hard on her neck, hard enough to bruise, and she struggles at my t-shirt, trying in all her frustration to rip the thing off me.

“Touch me, little rabbit,” I beg her. “Touch me.”

“I really hate you,” she mutters with no conviction whatsoever and I take her hands in mine and place them under my shirt, flat against my skin. Fuck, I love it when she touches me, her magic sparking all over my skin.

“What’s wrong, little rabbit?” I croon to her, sinking her nails deep into my flesh. “What’s made you so mad? Was it that memory?”

I drag her nails down my chest, the pain sharp in my skin and delicious. I groan.

“I’m so fucking angry at her,” she says and with that frown on her face, she leans down and swipes her tongue right along the scratch marks she’s just made on my chest.

It’s too fucking much. Too … fucking … much!

When my little rabbit turns feral so do I.

I lift her up and walk her straight into the nearest bedroom. Her legs curl around my waist, her core presses right up and personal against my cock, and she winds her arms around my neck and drags my mouth against hers. She kisses me deep and hard and angry as I walk her to the bed.

“Going to fuck you now, little rabbit,” I tell her because my everlasting patience has finally run dry and I have no more fucks to give. If she says no now, it won’t matter. I’m having her anyway.

Fortunately, that ain’t a problem. This little rabbit is so desperate for my cock she’s rubbing herself against me, making those whiny little noises in her throat.

I’ve spent a lot of time considering all the ways I can fuck her. There are countless ways. I’m fucking spoiled for choice. But I decide how I want her is on her knees.

I place her down on her feet and she yanks off her clothes, her eyes still thundering. And then there’s skin, so much skin, all pink and unmarked and untainted. Two full tits, two pert nipples. Curves and curves.

I want to suck every inch of her, cover her in bruises from my mouth. Little gifts just for her.

I reach my hand over my head, grip my shirt and pull it off. She watches me with that scowl as I undo my belt, pull down my zipper and lose my jeans.

I kiss her again, encouraging her to scrape her nails up my back, over my shoulders and into my scalp. Then I push her down onto the mattress and climb on top of her. Shescowls right up at me but she doesn’t tell me to stop, doesn’t scream and make a fuss like girls do.

“Protection,” she says firmly.

I groan but before I can stop her, she’s already casting a spell, and it looks like we’re using it whether I like it or not.

Next, she grabs my ass with her hands, little claws piercing my fucking skin, and practically drags my cock inside her.

And I’m not fighting that, am I? It’s everything I’ve been dreaming of – my cock sinking into her pussy like it’s where it belongs.

She’s all tight and warm and mewls like a kitten as I penetrate her, the flames in her eyes extinguishing as they roll back in their sockets.

“Fuck, yeah, little rabbit, you like that? You like my cock inside of you?”

“No talking,” she tells me, rocking her hips below me, cunt squeezing the living daylights out of me, threatening to kill me all over again.

I pry her fingers from my ass and clamp my hands around her wrists, pinning them to the bed above her head.

“You are a bossy little thing when you want to be. I fucking love it, little rabbit. But let’s be clear, I’m going to talk to you all I want while I fuck you because there’s some important stuff you have to know. Like how fucking good your pussy feels around my cock.” I grind into her, real slow, even though this is most definitely killing me. I’m more of a wham bam thank you ma’am kinda dude. Get my kicks, get out of there. But I like playing with her. It’s like playing with – or what some call torturing – a victim right before you end them. Only better. A thousand million times better.

Her face gets all grouchy again. Beads of sweat dribble down between her bouncing tits.

“More,” she demands, frowning at me.

I bend low, lick at that sweat. Then I bite her nipple. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make her scream, all needy and desperate.

“Gonna beniceand say please, little rabbit.”

She struggles underneath me. “If you’re not going to–”