Page 24 of Primal Hunger
Squealing, I scramble backward, but it’s not far enough to avoid the collision of bone on flesh.
This time, with not even a shred of fabric separating us, the contact makes me shiver. The hardness of his bone runs gently over my mound, dipping lower, and his long tongue rolls up to lap at me, making my back arch and my breath catch.
He glides his tongue through my folds, the tip circling my clit before he dives deeper. Without waiting for me to give the go ahead, he shifts and stabs his tongue inside my pussy, my muscles clenching around him. My gasp turns into a groan as heat invades my insides and spreads through my limbs.
He curls his tongue inside of me and brushes it against the walls of my core.
My head settles back, my eyes fluttering shut. Fear takes a backseat to full on sexual desire.
It’s been a long time,so long, since anyone has touched me, since someone has been face to face with my downstairs, andeven though I wish it were under different conditions, I can’t deny how good it feels. Fuck, it feels amazing.
The things he’s doing to me.
The Grim hums low in his throat before drawing his tongue out of me. “Interesting.”
Interesting? In a good way or a bad way? What the hell does that mean?
Before I have a chance to ask, he laps at me again, that tongue swirling over every inch of me and quickly making me quickly forgeteverything. All I can focus on is the heat, swirling, roaring through me, the tingles racing up my spine, and this monster who seems desperate to mark me as his.
He’s tasting me thoroughly, and there isn’t an inch of my pussy left unexplored.
I’m panting, arching my back and urging him on. So there seriously must be something wrong with me.
He isn’t even human.
He’s going to kill me.
But, despite all that, I don’t want him to stop licking me.
It’s every bit as hot and terrifying as I’d imaging fucking a monster could be.
“Oh, god.” I’m building up to something the longer he teases me with his tongue. Tension mounts, and my lower abdomen contracts, tightening. But the thought of orgasming in this situation has it banking under a tide of shame.
No matter how good it feels.
“Your taste—” He breaks off and slips his tongue inside of me again, and I bow upward, my jaw dropping.
He pulls free, and I pry my eyes open in time to watch the monster rear back. When he moves to line his cock up with my entrance, my stomach flips. His claws wrap around the base of the massive erection and my mouth goes dry.
Am I really attracted to this?I think as I stare up at the massive, dark figure hovering over me.
As much as I wish I could say no, something twists inside me, answering resolutely.
Yes. Yes, I am, and I'm curious how he’ll feel inside me. I want to know.
Will he fill me? Stretch me?Will it hurt?
Of course it will hurt. His cock is the size of a club, probably thick and heavy enough to give me a concussion if he smacked me with it. I still have no idea where he’s going to stick that thing, but the need to find out blots out every reservation. My pussy throbs in anticipation, every part of me on pins and needles.
I need him, and I need himnow.
Chapter
Nine
Erin
“Not so eager to run now, are you?” the monster growls, pressing the tip of his cock against me and making me mewl at the sensation.
