Chained (Caged #2)(34)
“I don’t want to give you my permission,” I whispered. “I want you to take it.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying, little wolf.”
“Yes.” I nodded sharply. “Yes, I do. And so do you.”
I could feel his inner battle, the way his chested heaved and the way his body hardened next to me. His thoughts were rampant, my admission both shocking him and arousing him. This was us. It was how we were built.
Needing to give him a short nudge in the right direction, I raised my hand above my head and grabbed a chunk of his fine hair. Then pulling his face down to mine, I turned into him and sank my teeth into his neck.
Instinctively, his grip on my own hair vanished and he flinched, giving me enough strength to push him off me slightly. Spinning round before I could think about it, I slapped him abruptly and harshly across his cheek.
Fury spat from his eyes, but mine only glistened in hope. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he tried to restrain himself. But when I lifted my hand once again, his resolve snapped.
His hand flicked out, catching mine mid-slap. “That’s not a good idea,” he said, the cruel smirk that heated every part of me prominent on his face.
His gaze darkened, speaking to the mirroring fibres inside me, and my body lit up.
This time my back hit the table as his hand circled my throat. His grip was tight, strong enough to cut off the air to my lungs. “You want me to hurt you?”
The flash in my eyes answered him when my voice couldn’t.
Without letting me go, he reached out his free arm and snatched a small filleting knife off the countertop.
His breathing became deep and heavy, his cock throbbed hard into my stomach, and the immorality in his swirling green eyes almost made me come there and then.
The tear of my pyjama bottoms in the otherwise quiet room was loud and exciting, the cold air that suddenly hit my skin exhilarating as the knife sliced through the silk like butter.
My eyes rolled back when the tip of the blade caught my skin, nicking it deeply enough to free blood. As it ran down the inside of my thigh, the tickle stirred a string of sensations within me, the shot of electricity to my system making me squirm in pleasure.
With one quick movement, Anderson slid me upwards until the whole of my back became supported by the table and my legs dangled off the end.
A soft moan left him and I shivered at the touch of his tongue on my skin. He lapped at the trickling blood, drawing his tongue up my skin to collect every drop.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched indulgently as Anderson opened his mouth and dribbled the blood over my cunt. His eyes lifted to my face and I reached down to cup his beauty in my hand. “Make me come hard.”
The low growl that escaped him made my breath hitch. He dipped down, forcing his face between my legs. Blood smeared over his chin and his mouth as he started to tongue-f*ck me, the blood that still poured from the tiny incision mixing with the wetness of my arousal.
Sensation after sensation rolled over me as Anderson’s fingers dug into my hips to hold my bucking body down. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t process thoughts as a crucifying wave of ecstasy seized every muscle in my body and forced me into the realms of rapture.
Dragging his hand over the blood, Anderson then drew it up my stomach and over the valley of my breasts, pushing up the silk of my top and smearing me with a pathway of bright crimson.
My nipples pebbled under his touch, the stain of redness over my pale skin becoming mesmerising as Anderson continued to paint a route over me. I couldn’t stop looking as, bit by bit, my skin disappeared under the illustration of his touch.
His cock slid between my thighs and Anderson looked down, watching in pleasurable awe as he slid inside my cunt. Inch by inch he slowly filled me until I sheathed all of him.
His face was stern, his lips pulled behind his teeth as he continued to watch himself slide in and out of me, the slow friction making me wrap my feet behind him and lock my ankles together.
My back arched, inviting him deeper as he plunged in hard, the sharp pain making my muscles grip him even tighter.
He started to f*ck me with a sudden desperation, his pelvis slamming against my clit and sending shocks of pleasure into my brain. His grunts were loud and raw, the divine pleasure and the chill of violence in his eyes making me buck back into him with every thrust into me.
He grabbed my wrists and held them over my stomach to give himself the leverage he needed to f*ck me with a cruel and merciless rhythm. I locked my elbows, giving him the brace he needed to f*ck me hard and fast.
It was his hold on my wrists that stopped my body from being slammed up the table, and because he held onto me so tightly, each vicious thrust hit me full pelt instead of moving me away from him.
Bliss blossomed in every bone of my stimulated body. Anderson’s fingers dug into the flesh below my wrists, my heels dug into his firm arse, and his cock drove me higher and higher.
“Cum and blood, little wolf,” Anderson rasped as he looked once again at his cock disappearing inside me. “The perfect depiction of pain and pleasure.”
I found his eyes, holding onto his gaze as I struggled to cope with the flood of pleasure. “And they’re both yours.”
He snarled, letting go of my hands, and swiping his hand over the blood that still ran, he enclosed my throat in his fingers and applied pressure.
The thud in my head was only exaggerated by the deep and heavy need in me to come. Adrenaline flushed my system and I came so hard that for a moment my heart stilled and my lungs froze.