Page 86 of The Prey
“No, that’s not it. I don’t want you to cut yourself.”
His eyes warm at my admission. “Ely, that’s just it. I don’t think you understand how fucking far gone I am for you, but let me spell it out.” I feel him tug against my clothes, the sound of fabric ripping, but I don’t care what he does to this stupid costume. “Pain doesn’t scare me; it only intensifies my pleasure, and if I have to endure a little pain to witness that euphoric look in your eyes, to watch your pussy pulse around my knife, to hear that sweet little mouth of yours beg and plead, then I will endure any fucking amount of pain to be a witness to that.”
I swallow thickly. There are no words for that response, nor does he wait for me to give him one. Instead, he drags the hilt through my sopping folds one last time before he brings it to my entrance. I shiver from the contact. There’s a slight burn as he slides the matte handle inside me, slowly, so fucking slowly. I feel every little ridge in the grip as it enters me. All the way until the colder part touches right at my opening.
I watch until he takes his free hand and places it flat on my belly, forcing me to lie flat on my back. War wages in my mind because I’m torn between watching him and lying back and letting him do whatever he wants to me.
“You look so fucking hot right now, Little Prey. Dripping all over my knife.” He speaks slowly as if he’s hypnotized by what he’s watching.
I sink my fingers into the dirt and use it to ground me as my pussy clasps around the hilt. He moves it in and out of me, fucking me slowly, sending little tremors of pleasure through my core. Is Sebastian crazy, or am I, for allowing him to do this?
“Are you going to come for me, Little Prey?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he thrusts the knife a little deeper.
“Fuck yes, you are. I need to feel that tight cunt pulse and ripple with pleasure.”
“Sebastian,” I whimper as he ups the pace, fucking me faster. I tip my head back against the dirt, the pleasure carrying me higher and higher. Oh God. I’m close.
“Give me your fucking eyes, Little Prey. I need to see your pretty eyes when you shatter around my knife.”
My gaze snaps back to his, and I swear his eyes are the darkest shade of green I’ve ever seen. Emerald jewels glittering in the sun. I’m mesmerized by him, and I couldn’t look away even if I tried. The muscles in his jaw jump; his features are tight, his nostrils flared. He looks every bit of the unhinged man he hides beneath that emotionless mask he wears. It wouldn’t take much to make him snap. To lose complete control.
I want it, want to see him let go.
A low growl emits from his lips, and I feel something warm splash against my skin.
Was that blood?
“Are you bleeding?” I gasp, and lift my head, peering down the length of my body.
It’s too dark to see if there’s any blood, but I can hear the wet sounds my body makes as he fucks me faster, pumping in and out, setting my nerve endings on fire.
“Don’t worry about me, Little Prey. Worry if this tight pussy can take my cock. Fuck, I’m going to stretch you and make you take it, even if you can’t.”
“I’m close…” I cry out, my toes curling into the dirt.
“Yes! Come for me, Ely. Soak my blade with your juices. I want to see how pretty my blood and your cum look when mixed.”
Sebastian’s filthy words spur me on, and I explode in a cosmic way, my heart soaring out of my chest, my back bowing. The tension snaps out of me like a rubber band pulled too tight. The ringing in my ears grows louder, drowning out all other noise, and for one moment, I’m weightless, falling deeper and deeper into the darkness.
Will he catch me?
“Beautiful, fucking beautiful,” he praises, fucking me through the orgasm with the knife. My pussy clenches on to it tightly, refusing to let it go.
Once I’ve finally floated back down to earth, he pulls the knife out, and I whimper at the loss, the sudden emptiness I feel without it there. I peer up at him, my chest heaving, and watch as he brings the hilt of the knife to his face, surveying it in the dim moonlight. I catch sight of our mixed fluids, his blood and my juices. Normally, I’d be turned off by such a sight, but something about seeing it makes it all the more real.
Once he’s had his fill of staring at the knife, he licks it clean. His eyelids flutter closed as he moans around it, and when he blinks his eyes back open, I see him for the predator he is.
“It’s time to claim what’s always been mine.” He smirks and places the knife on the ground beside me. Need and excitement twist deep in my gut. I’m not ready for this night to end. When he reaches to undo his belt, I take the heel of my foot and shove him backward.
Caught off-balance, he lands on his ass. I scramble to my feet, dirt and leaves cascading to the forest floor, shaking free from my trembling body with the motion.
“Oh, you still want to play?”
“If you want to fuck me, you’ll have to catch me again.”
“Hmm. Playing hard to get. That’s fine. I like a good challenge. Just know, the next time I catch you I’m fucking you. Hard. Deep. Owning you and your pussy. My pussy.”