Page 23 of Primal Hunger
A pit opens up inside of me, and I shrink down into it at his words.
“What are you going to do to me?” I whisper.
Do I even want to know? Will it make me feel better if I do?
The sinking sensation in my torso tells me that Ialreadyknow; I’m just not willing to consider it logically yet.
The power of his growl vibrates against my skin and makes my stomach flutter as he slides lower down my body. He trails his snout and one hand down my torso, past my belly button before finally letting go of my hands. I don’t attempt to move them.
I’m shaking and frozen. I’m hot and my skin is tight, ready to erupt into a shower of sparks.
The Grim presses his hand to my gut, his fingers splayed out possessively.
I’m still not convinced this monster won’t slice me in half with those menacing claws, and the torrent of emotions whirling within me stuns me still and silent. Terrified as I am, I’m slightly curious about what his next move will be.
Is that wrong?
I want to see what he plans to do.
Call it professional curiosity, even in the face of personal terror.
Or maybe it’s just a way for my mind to process the experience.
I slick my tongue over my teeth and compulsively swallow.
I have to smell like straight up sweat considering how much I’ve run, not to mention the panic, but the Grim doesn’t seem to care. He simply dips his head lower, gripping my thighs firmly and prying them apart before pressing his skull between my legs.
The warmth of his exhale against my pussy sets off some kind of explosion inside me.
My stomach whirls, muscles tightening, and I gasp in anticipation.
Fuck. This is not good.
Orisit good?
I’m struck mute.
In a swift motion, he grabs the sides of my leggings, not caring that his claws sink through the material, and rips them toward my feet. My tennis shoes stop them from being removed but, again, he’s unbothered.
I suck in a breath, the air seizing in my lungs.
I’m entirely exposed. Every part of me. He grabbed my underwear along with the leggings and night air tickles my core.
“Look at that,” he grinds out. “You’re dripping wet.”
He spreads my thighs even further apart, his claws scratching along my delicate skin and setting them ablaze. There’s something tantalizing and dangerous in the sensation, and rather than sinking into fear, I’m on fire.
I pant as he sits back to stare at me. Those glowing eyes take in my naked legs spread wide for him, and as terrified as I am, as much as I want to fight and get away, running toward the portal only meters away, I stay frozen beneath his gaze.
My breath stutters, heart skipping a beat when my eyes fall down his form to the swollen cock between his legs. I swallow hard. Even in the dim lining, my eyes have adjusted enough to make out the massive girth and weeping head, translucent liquid slowly dripping down the side.
Shit, it’s the size of my forearm…maybe bigger.How in the—
No, he’s not going to try to stick it inside of me. It won’t fit. There is no way a monster like him can fit inside a small human like me. He’d rip me in half.
I trace the length of the shaft lower until my gaze lands on a softball-sized bulge at the base. My eyes widen, staring as I try to fathom what the hell it’s for.
“I wonder what you taste like, little human,” he purrs, and before I can answerswamp ass and salthe lowers his snout to my pussy again.
