His hand was her only support, and Amelia whimpered, reluctantly lowering her leg with enough force to make him wince. The added pressure brought him more pleasure, causing him to tilt his head back and bury his face in her chest. "Use both feet, tighter, faster," he instructed.
Her fair feet, forced open like clamshells, clamped around his penis, causing it to swell and redden. Dissatisfied with her slow pace, he took control, thrusting between her feet, creating frothy white fluid that echoed through the empty bathroom.
"It tickles," Amelia complained, the hair on his groin scratching her. She tried to pull away, but his threat lingered. She made small attempts to escape, scratching one foot with the other.
"Where does it tickle?" Liam deliberately misunderstood, lowering her slightly, his burning forehead resting against hers. His penis prodded between her legs as he kissed her, turning off the water and wrapping her in her discarded clothes before leaving the bathroom.
The short distance to the bedroom felt long, and Amelia cursed him softly. "I shouldn't have gone easy on you."
Liam surprisingly agreed. Without turning on the light, he tossed her onto the bed, her breasts bouncing invitingly. He didn't rush, savoring the moment.
"If you had killed me tonight, you might have been free," he said, his tongue teasing her ear. "But you didn't. Want to go to hell with me?"
Liam was noticeably more unhinged, the fire in his mind burning away his reason. He alternated between biting her gently and savagely, leaving marks everywhere, claiming her as his own.
"You're so tight," he murmured, feeling his burning rod inside her, seeking relief. He repositioned her leg into a split, aiming for deeper penetration.
"How about I share this fever with you?" he teased, flicking her clit. "They say fever makes a woman tighter."
He couldn't tell if the fire inside him was from illness or desire. Thoughts of S's sly face fueled his paranoia and possessiveness.
"Amelia..." he called, his voice raw. She lay beneath him, pinned and helpless, as he thrust with primal force. He was determined to make her submit completely.
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Predator
RomanceShe 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...