Page 10 of Possession
Despite the dark, Ada wasn’t hard to track, her bright dress acting like an iridescent beacon for me to home in on. She weaved deeper into the Carmichael mansion, away from prying eyes and witnesses. It sent a thrill through me.
Primal instincts took over, and carnal desire drove me forward, my injury unimportant and in that moment, nonexistent. When she turned down a familiar corridor, I pivoted the opposite way, intending to cut her off.
I hid behind an antique mahogany display cabinet housing priceless glass figurines from a generation long past. I only had to wait thirty seconds to nab a hurried Ada and swing her hard against the plaster.
A high-pitched scream tore from her mouth, which I smothered with my palm.
Ada’s spine was planted against the wall as I crowded her front until she could hardly breathe, her short, shallow pants coating me in fear and desperation.
“I told you I’d catch you. Now, where’s my prize?” I asked, my face hovering in front of hers as my opposite hand went roaming over her torso, leaving bloodied handprints all over her pristine dress.
Ada’s dark eyes sparked with defiance before she ripped my fingers away from her face and proceeded to spit.
Her saliva landed on the corner of my mouth. I lapped up the mess with my tongue and groaned. “Do it again,” I breathed, pre-cum leaking from my crown in reaction to the show of pure savagery.
Her features morphed in outrage. She justsnapped, her nails tearing up my flesh, and she ripped at my shirt, as if she was trying to embed herself beneath my skin.
Yes. Mark me. I am yours.
She continued to pull, demand and curse until I had no choice but to return her urgency with my own.
Fabric ripped, material tearing away in tatters. And when her tits were uncovered, my lips immediately wrapped around one of her rosy, peaked nipples.
Ada hissed as my palms aggressively massaged her perfect breasts. My teeth, tongue and lips worked overtime, leaving her red, bruised and inflamed.
She fucking loved it.
Her fingers tore at my hair as her body thrashed against mine. As if she didn’t know whether to push me away or pull me in closer.
“You’re fucking begging for it, little rabbit.”
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, ripping at my roots, causing my pain receptors to ignite.
“Why not? Isn’t that what you’ve always been? Sure, you can play off that cute, innocent act to anyone else, butI know who you really are. You’re none of those things, Ada. Instead, you’ve always held the power to cause mass destruction…Let me show you.”
My unworthy hands trailed down to ruin the rest of her demure dress in search of the softness between her legs. And I nearly expired when my fingertips encountered her wet heat.
Ada raised a leg high over my waist, and when my finger pressed against her clit, her forehead fell forward, hitting mine.
“You’re fucking soaked, little rabbit,” I teased. “Tell me, is it the chase, the fear of being caught, or the thought of me claiming this pretty pussy that has you making a mess of my fingers?”
She gasped, cum dripping down her thighs. I had no choice but to plunge two fingers deep.
What I found made me pause—only for a split second.
I wanted to roar. I wanted to beat my fists against my chest. I wanted to sink my teeth into her neck and drink her blood.
I was a caveman, high off the knowledge that my girl was a virgin. Untouched and fucking pure. Yet, her body sang out totake, take, take—like Ada was made just for me, like she would die without my touch.
I slowed my rhythm, my fingers leisurely roaming her tight channel, exploring. Ada tried to speed things up, rotating her hips to claim more. I wouldn’t allow it, enjoying watching her pleasure-filled face streaked with blood.
“Stop playing, Grey.”
I gave a cocky smirk. “Submit.”
She glared at me, that inner fire sweeping over her features. But before she could cuss me out, I pressed in closer.
I wanted her to beg.