Page 66 of The Predator
Holy hell, her heart is beating so hard I can feel it against my chest. The frantic beat matches the mix of fear and hope in her eyes as she looks at me. I don't know if I’ll ever be good enough for this woman, but I’ll try until my last fucking breath. There is no other option, no giving her up. Not anymore. Not now that I know her so well, inside and out.
"Come here, Little Prey. I need you."
She blinks, eyes heavy lidded. I catch her face between my hands and crash my lips against hers.
Immediately, she opens for me, seeking, tasting, and I can't get enough of it. I deepen the kiss, sliding one hand around to catch a fistful of her hair—not pulling, simply holding her tighter, needing more contact with her skin, her lips, her body. I’m fucking ravenous for this woman.
She tries to pull away, her chest heaving as she pants, but I’m not done yet. I’m addicted to her kisses, her touch, and I might go insane if I don’t get to sink between her legs soon.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I growl and pull her back in, devouring her mouth, savoring her taste on my tongue. We need this. Something for us. Not a fight, not a surrender, but making love. Giving and receiving. I release my hold on her, andin response she wraps her arms around my shoulders to keep herself in place, her hips moving and causing her pussy to press harder against my lap.
With anxious need I tug the hem of her hoodie up, along with the thin T-shirt underneath, and lift. She makes a humming sound of approval against my lips but pulls away enough for me to peel the fabric up and off of her.
I take in her trembling body, her gauzy, lacy bra cupping her perfect handful of breasts the way I want to be. I move to find the clasp, but she grins at me and shakes her head before peeling it off her body and tossing it to the floor.
“Smart girl. I would’ve ripped the thing off of you if I couldn’t find the clasp.” I catch one nipple between my lips, and her arms wrap around my neck again, clutching me closer.
Arching her body gives me further access to her tits, and I suck on the diamond hard bud, flicking my tongue against it until she squirms.
“That feels so good…” She moans, and I smirk against her skin while trailing my hands down to the waistband of her jeans. I fucking need her, but I also know based on her past trauma that making sure she feels seen and connected to me is the most important part.
"How is this, Ely? Talk to me."
"More," she groans. "Sebastian, please."
"I won't make a lady beg. Stand up."
She practically jumps off my lap, and I have to steady her when she nearly crashes to the floor, her feet slipping on the cash that's been strewn over the floor. Her gaze roams over my body, and then she moves to open the fly of her jeans.
I smack her hands away and do it myself, peeling the material off her body and sliding down her knees at the same time. "Spread your legs, Little Prey. Let me see how wetmypussy is.”
She doesn't argue for once in her fucking life and instead shifts her stance. The light in the room catches on her glistening skin and my mouth waters to taste her. "Climb up onto the bed. I need to taste you, and I can’t eat you like I want with you standing here.”
“So bossy. You’re lucky I like it when you tell me what to do.” She trails beside me, bumping my shoulder with her hip.
I groan, stand, and quickly strip out of my clothing, leaving it all in a pile on the floor. My cock stands at attention, the head swollen and purple, aching to sink deep inside her wet heat.
Soon, so very soon.
Once she is situated on the edge of the bed, I drop to my knees right between her spread thighs. I sink my fingers into her flesh and spread her even wider, needing to see every single fucking inch of her of her delicate pussy. "Perfection. You’re absolute perfection, Ely.” My mouth waters, and I lick my lips in anticipation. “And beautiful, fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
She whimpers and rests back on her elbows so she can watch me. Leaning forward, I inhale her heady scent into my lungs, then I dive between her legs and take my first taste. In one pass I lick her from asshole to clit, and back again.Honey. She tastes like honey. Tiny mewls of pleasure escape her lips and I love how reactive she is to my touch. I want her arousal coating my face, to feel her thighs clamped around my head as she crumbles into a million pieces.
She reaches for me, and when her fingers dip into my hair, I damn near sigh. Fuck her touch, her sweet scent, her fucking taste. It consumes me. She clenches her fists around the strands of hair as I take the little swollen bud of her clit between my teeth and bite ever so softly. I do this a couple times, teasing her, giving her both pleasure and pain.
Pulling back a little, I peer up the length of her body and stop once I reach her face. Her eyes are closed, her chest risesand falls rapidly like she’s running a marathon, and her skin is flushed a dusky pink.Pure fucking beauty. And this is how I want to see her every single day, vulnerable, loved, without a single inch of room for fear.
Driven by lust, I sink between her thighs once more and flick my tongue against her tiny little clit before finding my way down to her entrance. Gripping onto her a little harder, I press my tongue into her tight cunt and fuck her with it. She’s as desperate as I am, because in seconds she’s lifting her hips, trying to fuck herself against my face.
I can't take it anymore, though. I need to be inside her.
I kiss her sex softly, then stand, lift her hips and move her up the bed a couple of feet.
She clutches onto the sheets, keeping her legs spread, and my gaze catches on the wetness of her body and my mouth, the evidence coating the insides of her thighs. Fuck, could I be anymore consumed by this woman than I already am? I climb up onto the bed and crawl towards her, blanketing my body over hers. The look of trust and need reflecting back at me, splits me down the middle.
“You’re everything, Elyse. Every. Fucking. Thing.” I grit the words out while I slide between her wet folds, gathering her arousal on my cock before positioning myself at her entrance.
Right as I’m about to thrust forward, there’s a pounding at the door.