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The Hunt—2
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Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Fae’s Filthy Fuck—4
I barely heard him. My body was on fire, nerves raw and screaming, my pussy gripping him tight as my breath hitched in shallow gasps. But his words wrapped around my mind, cold, and I knew this wasn’t just about fucking me into submission.He pulled out slowly, cock slick and leaking with my come, and slid a hand down my back, gripping my hip with a possessive hunger. Without pause, he spun me around, pressing me hard against the rough bark of a tree.My breath caught, chest crushed against the wood, thighs trembling. The den seemed to hold its breath with us, watching.His hands roamed my body like wildfire, biting at the curve of my waist, dragging nails over my hips, fingers squeezing and kneading, marking.“Kelly,” he growled my name, voice thick with want. “You’re dripping for me. So wet and open. You taste like the wild itself.”He slid his cock back between my legs, pressing the slick head to my aching clit, dragging slowly, teasing.I whimpered, legs threatening to give out.“
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Fae’s Filthy Fuck—3
He didn’t put me down.My body was limp in his arms, boneless and soaked, legs still wrapped weakly around his waist. My pussy throbbed—full, sore, dripping. I could feel his seed leaking out of me, sliding down my thighs, soaking into the moss.Rael licked the blood from the bite on my shoulder.Soft. Almost tender.Then he pulled out.I gasped, head falling back, my cunt clenching hard around the emptiness. A fresh spill of wetness dripped down my legs.“Look at that,” he murmured, watching it. “Already losing me.”I whimpered. My body was still twitching. Too much—but not enough. I hated how empty I suddenly felt. Like my body needed him again before it had even finished coming down.“You thought I was finished?” Rael said.He turned me in his arms.Bent me forward over a moss-covered rock.The bark dug into my palms. My legs were still shaking. My ass was bare, my soaked panties tangled around one ankle. I opened my mouth to speak—but all I could do was moan as his hands spread me
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Fae’s Filthy Fuck—2
His fingers curled again, slow and deliberate, dragging moan after moan out of my throat. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. My body was heat and ache and pulsing need, my jeans halfway down my thighs, legs trembling, pussy clenched tight around the rhythm of his hand.“I want to hear it,” he whispered.My head fell back against the tree behind me, breath breaking in gasps. “Wh-what—”“Your cunt,” he said, voice like velvet dragged over a blade. “I want to hear what it sounds like when you come. Don’t hold it back.”He shifted, sinking to one knee in front of me.My pulse spiked.Rael looked up through thick lashes, his face inches from where his fingers still moved inside me—wet, steady, tigh. His tongue slid over his bottom lip, slow, like he was already tasting me in his mind.“You smell like hunger,” he murmured. “Do you know that?”“No,” I breathed.“You do. Sweet and aching. Like a fruit too ripe to stay on the branch.”He pulled his fingers out of me, and I almost sobbed but h
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Fae’s Filthy Fuck—1
I didn’t mean to go this far.The trail vanished an hour ago, and the trees shouldn’t be this tall, this still. Everything felt off—the air too quiet, the ground too soft, the light too silver. It clung to the fog like silk, spilling over bark and branch like someone had painted the forest with moonlight.But I couldn’t turn back.Something pulled me forward.Not a sound exactly. More like a feeling. Like the beat of a song I didn’t know I remembered, thumping low in my ribs. Every step deeper into the woods made my skin tighten, my thighs press closer together. The night tasted like nectar and heat.And then I saw him.He was standing between the trees like he’d always been there. Like the forest had grown around him.No shirt. No shoes. Just pale skin like polished stone and hair that hung dark and long over broad, carved shoulders. His eyes—God—his eyes were not human. They weren’t even a color. They shimmered like oil in water, endless and shifting, looking straight into me.I fro
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Obey Me—4
I tapped my palm against his cheek. Damon’s eyes flutter like he couldn’t decide whether to flinch or melt. His pupils were blown, cheeks flushed, and that cock—still locked tight in the cage—twitched like it could feel the punishment coming.“On the ground,” I said, voice low and cruel.He dropped immediately, palms flat on the floor, breath shaky. Like falling into place for me was the only thing keeping him upright.I spread my legs, let my cock hang heavy between them. “Crawl.”He moved forward without a word, tongue already slipping out to taste me. Just the tip. Just enough to tease. Little fucking slut knew exactly what he was doing.I grabbed his hair, yanked him down, and thrust into his mouth so deep he choked.But he took it.His fingers clawed the floor, body trembling as I fucked his throat rough and hard. I didn’t let him breathe. Didn’t let him think. Just used his mouth like it belonged to me.Because it did.And when I was satisfied with how red and wet his lips were,
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Obey Me—3
He was still panting when I stepped between his legs again.Sweat clung to his skin. His cock had just emptied itself, but it didn’t even go soft. It throbbed, twitching in the aftermath of a ruined orgasm, still desperate for more even though I hadn’t given permission.“You really couldn’t hold it, huh?” I murmured, staring down at the mess he’d made. “All that talk. All that strength. And one stroke from my hips had you spilling like a teenage virgin.”“I didn’t mean to,” he whispered. “Quinn—I tried—”I slapped his cock. Not hard. But sharp enough to make him jump.“You don’t try with me,” I said, curling a hand under his jaw, forcing his head up. “You obey. Or you suffer.”“I’ll suffer,” he breathed. “Please.”That made me grin. “Good. Because now? You’re going to make up for that little accident.”He looked wrecked. Spent. Tears still clung to his lashes. But his cock—fucking traitor—still begged for more. Hard again. Dripping again.So I gave it more.I dropped to my knees in fr
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