Liam sat down in the driver's seat with her in his arms, pressing Amelia's arms down so that her body leaned back, forced against the steering wheel.
His wet, soft tongue forcefully pried open her teeth, imprisoning her small tongue, exploring every inch from the base to the teeth. After claiming her fragrance, he licked the spot on Amelia's lip he had bitten earlier, circling it like a beast healing its wound with saliva. His intense lips and tongue wrapped around her, one hand squeezing and kneading her breast, the calluses on his palm rubbing against her smooth skin, causing her to tremble with arousal.
His scorching fingertips explored the edges of her flower slit, which was already strained from holding his cock, finding the swollen clitoris. His thumb pressed down hard, while his middle finger teased the trembling slit.
Another round of thrusting began.
Liam nibbled on the girl's earlobe, thrusting his cock into her, lifting her up with each thrust. Just when he was about to pull out, she would scream and sit back down, bouncing wildly in the SUV, leaving an imprint of the car logo on Amelia's back—
Liam's thrusts grew faster and faster. He felt his blood boiling.
He looked at Amelia.
In this madness, she temporarily forgot her sorrow, supported by intense sexual pleasure and hatred. In the end, unable to resist the huge emotional swings, physical exhaustion, and the mental impact of pleasure, she fainted in his arms.
Liam panted heavily, pulling his cock out of the quivering, contracting flesh with difficulty, on the brink of orgasm.
He bit her face with a mix of torment, unpredictability, and a hint of incomprehensible infatuation.
Letting the fierce emotions scorch his soul, the heated wind stirred the blood-soaked clothes hanging in front of the car.
The man's hand gripped his cock, stroking it up and down, his eyes reflecting the girl's face, a mix of fatigue, sadness, anger, and conflicting emotions.
"I'm sorry."
After a brief moment of tidying up, Liam opened the door and got out, taking the bloodstained clothes with him.
The dried blood made the fabric stiff, retaining the last evidence of the slaughter in varying shades, yet these were the only clothes they had to cover themselves now.
The SUV's wheels turned, leaving the wild and fiery wilderness.
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Predator
Любовные романыShe used to think that hyenas were the fiercest predators on the savannah. That was until she met him, a man who navigated the African black market with ease, instantly seeing through her true identity. "Choose to follow me? Or be chewed up until n...
