Page 72 of Primal Hunger
They were practically rags to begin with, after our first stint in the forest.
Now they'll be thrown into the fire.
Once I have had my fill of her.
She squeaks, yet the moment I press the pad of my thumb to her pussy, the sound drops to a low, guttural moan.
“I will find you new clothes,” I assure her. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
I take one hard nipple between my teeth through her shirt, rolling the nub between my canines, until Erin gasps. Then she moans, the sound a purr.
“I want you. I want you to fill me up,” she admits, her voice a desperate pant. “To fuck me so hard I see stars and my body is imprinted with you. The way you always do.”
Her hips bow up to meet mine, and she grinds against me, reaching up to take hold of my horns as I push her into the fur. She is completely at my mercy here and yet…
I’m at hers, too.
“I want more, I want everything, Syros.”
It is impossible for me not to give her what she wants. Especially when her tone deepens to a dark rasp I feel inside my bones.
“I want you to taste every inch of me,” she whimpers, pulling her shirt off and exposing her breasts.
They bounce delightfully, her areolas pink and both nipples pebbled.
My little human has gotten bolder and more demanding.
Who am I to saynoto her?
I press my knuckle against her pussy, until she arches up to get me notched where she needs, her legs on either side of my hips and her muscles twitching. She whimpers again, and thesound is too much for me to bear. Especially when she’s panting, and her hands are digging into me.
Her pussy clenches and liquid desire pools on the floor beneath her.
I push her toward her release, increasing the speed, touching her where I know she needs to be touched until heat flushes her skin.
I’ve seen her naked before but now, bathed in firelight, she’s exquisite.
She squirms against me, begging or more under her breath, and freezes right before she explodes. Her scent fills the cabin along with the heady undertone of her desire, and my body is aching.
There is nothing more delicious than the taste of the cream between her legs. My cock hardens to the point of agony. I know the only relief I’ll find is buried inside her tight little pussy.
Her breathing turns ragged, and the small sounds in the back of her throat are higher now. Her body tightens, and I feel her release against my knuckles, a liquid rush of pleasure.
“I love the way your body responds to me,” I murmur.
“And I love it when you fuck me.” She shudders against me, her eyes dark and wide.
Her body is alive for me.
I take my cock in my paw and stroke it once, but I need no sort of priming. Not when her pink pussy lips beckon me so sweetly.
One hand holds my weight off of her and I notch the head of my cock at her entrance, rubbing it gently up and down until it’s Erin who growls.
“You’re teasing me,” she whimpers.
“No, I’m not. I’m savoring you.”
“Where is the naughty Grim who takes what he wants whether I want it or not?” she teases, her fingers fluttering around my eye sockets.
