Predator

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She couldn't bear such intensity, her delicate hand reaching down to cover her entrance, trying to block his invasion, which Liam utilized, his fingers easily pinching her jaw, forcing her to watch as her entrance swallowed a purplish-red member rapidly thrusting into her belly—

Every bone and muscle heated up, squeezing her soft breasts, losing control, his iron grip withdrawing, leaving the girl unsupported, her eyes unfocused, staring blankly out the window.

She always felt she should be a bird, her slender claws perched on a broad elephant's back, picking off lice and insects, her long tail sweeping past her sharp beak, feeling the call of the wild on the East African plains.

Where are your wings?

Have they been cruelly broken by the executioner, adorned with a beautiful name, becoming a plaything in someone's palm?

Amelia seemed entranced, her naked body sinking into the dark sheets, her slightly spread legs oozing streams of semen.

She looked out the window, and Liam looked at her.

He was aroused again.

Warm and soft, lying on the bed, her graceful waistline slightly sunken, emitting a pearly glow.

The side of the bed creaked, the man's hand, warmer than her skin, inserted into Amelia's hair, gently rubbing, pressing on the back of her neck, squeezing slightly.

"What are you looking at?"

A tingling sensation surged down Amelia's spine, and it seemed like she could only muster a faint reaction of distaste when touched or teased.

Fine.

Liam no longer insisted on turning her around. His hand slid down her waist, squeezing her buttocks, and two fingers delved into her, scooping out the thick semen he'd shot inside. The room's temperature seemed to rise again.

"Still not willing to talk?"

Amelia stiffened her back stubbornly, but the slight tremble in her shoulders betrayed her emotions.

It wasn't until Liam's hot hand gripped her waist, pulling her closer, that he began fondling her breasts, creating tantalizing waves. His now erect member pressed against her buttocks, prompting him to flip her over forcefully. Amelia's legs quivered as she knelt on the bed, half her face buried in the mattress, her opening exposed and twitching hungrily.

Amelia felt tortured to the point of madness. Her gaze slid over her bouncing breasts, fixing on the bloody wound on Liam's chest. Her eyes filled with intense hatred, and she lifted her leg to kick at him.

If such a slow motion could land a hit, he wouldn't be Liam.

"Trying to kill me?" he taunted, grabbing her retreating foot and planting a wet, soft kiss on it.

The realization that he was licking her foot made Amelia feel nauseous. "Bastard!"

Her legs were forcibly positioned, suspended around his waist. With her elbows as her only support, she heard him chuckle softly.

"Liam. That's my name. And yours?"