writhe in agony, trying to keep the creature back. I land on my side, panting, curled in agony.
“Kiss me!” I almost scream.
He blinks, but without hesitation, he grips my chin and kisses me. Hard. The creature pauses, stopping its rampage, and instead, focuses on him. On the desire pooling in my belly, on my body’s response, and just like that, it flips again.
To lust.
I’m going to fuck him…
Better than killing him.
KHALID
She tastes like agony and blood, and the darkness in me likes that. Likes hearing her cries of pain and seeing the fear and terror in her eyes. Feeling the trembles of her hurting body. I’m a sick bastard.
She whimpers into my mouth but pushes into my hand as I pull back. “Yes, like that,” she implores, and in her eyes, I see the truth—she needs this. She can explain after. I’m not going to turn her down when it’s what both of us want badly. Have since that moment we locked eyes in the club. I guess we both knew we would end up here.
With her below me and my cock buried inside her.
Flipping her onto her back, I grab her hands, pull them above her head, and smash them down onto the seat as she gasps and arches into me. Keeping one of my hands around her joined wrists, squeezing on the verge of pain, I kiss her again, nipping at her lip before sucking it and pulling it, letting it pop back. Both of her eyes are black now, like mine. Her legs wrap around me as she rubs against me, teasing me with everything I have always wanted.
“Fuck me,” she snarls against my lips.
Grinding the bones in her wrists together, I let her feel my strength. Unlike others before, she doesn’t get scared. No, she rolls into me, begging for more, wanting the pain and darkness I hide. “Yes, more, make it hurt. Spill my blood. Let me watch it flow down my body.” She groans, and my heart skips a beat as my cock presses uncomfortably against my jeans.
Fuck, she’s so perfect.
I don’t want to terrify her with my predilections, so I won’t let the full monster come out, but she can have a taste. See if she survives it. I finally seal my lips to hers and tangle our tongues together, both of us fighting for dominance. She grinds into me, dragging me close, her teeth digging into my lip as I pull away, and she snarls, biting harder until I taste my blood. The coppery tang makes me explode into a lust-fuelled haze.
Reaching down, I twist my hand in her shirt and yank it from her body. She gasps as I throw it away, leaving her in her bra, but I want her naked. I want to see all those curves and muscles again and have those incredible breasts at my mercy. I snap the front of the bra and toss it, and then I pull back, warning her with my eyes to keep her hands there as I feel my blood dripping down my tongue from her bite. She licks her bloodstained lips and moans, her hips rolling as I sit back on my heels.
I open the button on her pants and yank them over her hips. She lifts them to help me, and I graze my lips down her thigh as I pull them down and off, tossing them away. She lies before me in only a tiny thong, which I snap and shove in my back pocket as I take in her body. She’s fucking stunning. She looked even more beautiful with her luscious figure covered in blood, but these curves… Fuck, I almost come in my pants. I can’t wait to get inside of her, but I want to taste her, to suck those perky little nipples into my mouth. To see my teeth marks imprinted there. To see my belt marks across her tits, her thighs, and ass as I fuck her. To see her drip with the pain.
I want her riding that knife’s edge of madness, like I always am, caught somewhere between too much and just enough.
She snarls, and her fangs descend, hanging over her lips—her tiger or wolf? I don’t know, but I can’t wait to feel them in my skin. I’ve never had a shifter, but I know they like to bite and fuck hard. Shit. My girl is going to kill me, and I haven’t even touched her yet.
“Stop staring and start moving,”