Dark Need by Clarissa Wild

Chapter 47

April

I’m takenby surprise when he throws me onto the couch and pounces down on top of me.

“But don’t we have to unpack and get set—”

When his lips land on my mouth, I protest no longer.

Not just because he makes it impossible with his tongue swirling around mine, but because the second his lips are on mine, I can’t think anymore. Making me lose my mind is what he does best … and I love it.

“I missed this,” he whispers between kisses.

I giggle. “We did this on the island too.”

“Not the same. We weren’t alone …” He narrows his eyes in a seductive way. “But we are now.”

When he covers my mouth with his, it feels like I’m on cloud nine. Every lusty groan that emanates from his throat makes my pussy wet, and I mewl with delight when his cock pushes down against my thighs. He parts my legs with his, crawling between them, and when I attempt to wrap my arms around his neck, he grabs them and shoves them down into the pillows, pinning me by the wrists.

“No touching …” he growls, planting deliciously hot kisses all over my neck and chest. “Or I won’t be able to hold back.”

“Don’t,” I say, breathing raggedly. He stops for a second, peering up into my eyes. “Don’t hold back.”

His eyes shift into something more dangerous, more animalistic, and it makes my heart beat in my throat.

“You bring out the beast in me, Kitten,” he groans, and he rips open my shirt and tears away whatever’s between him and my bare naked skin. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

When his lips cover my nipple while the other is twisted between his fingers, my eyes almost roll into the back of my head.

His cock swells against my pussy, poking and prodding like it wants to get inside. I want him more than anything. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone so much, yet this man … this man makes me want all of it so desperately that I can barely breathe.

And when he leans up to tear off his shirt, revealing all the scarred, beautiful inches of ripped, muscular skin underneath, I know for sure that this is exactly where I’m supposed to be. Right here underneath him, giving my all to him. At this moment, nothing matters. Not our pasts, our sins, or our futures. The only thing that matters are him and me, and the love we share for one another.

Every inch of my body belongs to him, now and in death. And I am no longer afraid of what that means, of what it makes me. Because everybody deserves forgiveness … and everybody, no matter how much of a savage animal they are, deserves to be loved.

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Soren

When I’m around her, I want nothing more than to take, take, take, and take.

I don’t want to hurt her, I don’t want to destroy her … but when she tells me not to hold back, I can’t stop myself any longer.

So I grab her body and prop her up on the couch, shoving her legs apart as I dive between and rip down her pants and underwear in one go. She giggles, but then I bury my face in her pussy, and the moan that follows makes my cock as hard as a rock.

It’s been too long since I last tasted her. Since I last had the freedom to do whatever I wanted to her, and I’m not waiting one more second to dive in.

“Moan for me, Kitten. Show me you’re mine,” I growl, licking her sweet, swollen clit.

“You know I’m yours,” she murmurs, her voice fluctuating with every lick I give her.

I look up to meet her heated gaze. “How long?”

Her reddened lips part. “Forever.”

But she once called me her captor. The one who took her freedom away.

“Even if it means you’ll be stuck with me?” I press a soft kiss to her mound. “And that you’re not truly free?”

She shakes her head and leans up on her elbows. “If it means you’ll stay, capture me all you want.”

I can’t help the filthy smirk from spreading on my lips. “Oh … I will stay. Right here. Between these legs.”

Because I’m going to enjoy this pussy for as long as it belongs to me.

For as long as we’ll live. There’s no way she’s ever going to get rid of me again.

And I want her to know that too, so I lap her up like there’s no tomorrow, like this is our last day on earth.

Because it could’ve been.

And it taught me not to take what I have for granted.

That I should fight for what feels right.

For what belongs to me.

For what I deserve.

Her.

I deserve this woman who wants me more than anything. And she deserves me.

So I kiss her and lick her until she mewls with delight, thrusting one and then two fingers inside her until she comes all over me.

My cock tents against my pants, so I lean up and rip down my zipper to release it. Her eyes immediately home in on it, pupils still dilating from the sheer size. And she licks her lips as I come down on her, pressing a kiss to her belly button before I swiftly flip her over on the couch.

“What are you—?”

I put my hand over her mouth as my cock pokes her ass.

“I want a do-over,” I growl, and I spread her cheeks and thrust into her wet pussy in one go.

She gasps in shock at my virility as I go deep and slow, taking ample time to get her used to the feel of me inside her again.

It’s been a while since I last fucked this freely, without restraints, without pain holding me back.

And I plan to let all the reins loose.

So I grab her hands and hold them on her back, pinning her in place.

“Are you scared?” I ask.

She shakes her head, her cheeks pink and glowing. “Do it. Make me yours.”

That’s all I needed to hear.

I thrust in so hard she moans out loud, and it makes her eyes roll into the back of her head. Biting my lip, I keep thrusting while keeping her wrists pinned with one hand. The other grabs a fistful of her hair to hold on tight while I fuck this pussy as though it belongs to me.

Like it has always belonged to me since the very first day we met.

I licked it, so it’s mine, and anyone who dares to take her from me will meet my fist.

But we’re here in the safety of her home now, where no one will hear her cries or moans. Where no one will come and get her … except me.

As I alternate slow and fast, her body starts moving along with the rhythm, her ass bouncing up and down from sheer pleasure, rocking against my dick, desperate for more. I release her wrists and hair only to grab her hips and plunge into her until I’m buried to the base, roaring with greed as my seed fills her up to the brim.

But I’m not done yet.

The more I have her, the more I want, and my cock has been yearning for so much more for so long that it will take a mountain of fuckery to make up for the time lost spent in a cage.

So I roll her to her back again and crawl on top of her, positioning myself right near her face. The tip is at her lips, dripping wet with both of our juices, but her tongue still dips out to take a lick.

“You’re right. You are an animal,” she says.

My thumb reaches for her chin, and I push down until her lips part. “Your animal.”

And I slowly enter her mouth, taking in every inch of her beautiful face as she sucks on my dick. I love how she swirls her tongue around, how she does everything she can to make me feel at home.

To make me feel wanted.

To make me happy.

And when I pull out and thrust back in again, her coughs and gags don’t stop her from continuing to lick me, and it turns me on so much that I instantly get as hard as a rock again.

So I plunge in and out of her face while she lies back on the couch, her feet digging into the fabric. She doesn’t fight me off even though I’m fucking her face like it’s a pussy, and I don’t give a shit in the world if it’s wrong or right. It feels good to do this to her, to do this for myself, and I want her to know that if she wants me, she’ll get to have every fucking inch of me.

My way.

I grab her hand and shove it between her legs. “Make yourself come. Show me.”

Her cheeks instantly turn red again.

It’s not an accident.

“Just like in the forest. Remember all those dirty things we did together?” I say with a low voice. “I want to do them all over.”

She nods, her eyes lighting up like fireworks just went off as I help her rub herself a little to get her started. I don’t need to see what she’s doing to know she’s enjoying herself. I can see it in her eyes, feeling from her tongue rolling around my dick as I slam into her mouth.

She loves it.

She loves every second of me dominating her.

And I love how easily she gives in to me as if she was always meant to be mine.

So I thrust in and out of her mouth until she mewls with delight. Her body starts to shiver, and her eyes roll back. The mere sight of her pleasure pushes me over the edge, and I come undone deep inside her throat, unloading myself on her sweet tongue.

I relish how it feels, memorize how she scrunched up her face when she fell apart. Because that … that is the true beauty in this world.

Not pain, not torturing people, not honor, not death.

Love.

I need it.

I crave it.

I own it.

As I move away from her mouth, I crawl back on top of her and shower her with kisses until she’s drunk on my love. And I press a kiss near her ear and whisper, “I love you.”

Her chest stops rising and falling, her hand beneath her legs goes limp, and her eyes travel to meet mine. “Wha—”

“I love you.”

I’m right in front of her face now, looking at all the little lines, the small mole on her chin, the plumpness of her lips, and the softness in her eyes that could break the strongest man alive.

When she told me she loved me, all the worry and all the doubt in my head disappeared.

And this—this simple act of kindness—is what I want to give back to her.

Because she gave me the one thing I thought I could never have.

Heaven.