Water’s Edge (A Series of Sharp Edges #1)

8. Ripp

CHAPTER EIGHT

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I just had this beautiful specimen before me, but I can’t control my urge to take her again and again. No longer interested in simply just consuming her, I need her to be mine. I need her fate to be intertwined with mine until I begin where she ends.

The moment she called me out for who I truly am, the monster I am, my human cock sprang back to life. Foreign emotions race through me, and the magic pounds against my bones. The lust I feel for her is like gasoline on the hungry fire burning inside me. A catastrophic storm swirls deep inside me, growing stronger with each passing moment, rapidly growing to eradicate us both.

She’s already naked and bound, kneeling on the bed, ripe for the picking. Sweat and arousal slick the insides of her thighs. Her sweet scent hangs heavy in the air. I slow my movements, lightly tracing my finger along her clavicle, then down her sternum between her two heaving breasts. Her skin is flushed, telling me she’s lost in the throes of desire, just like me.

Mattie moans as I press my palms to her stomach and drag them out to her hips, grabbing her. My firm grip locks onto her pelvis. I hungrily pull her back towards me, shifting her hips back and her legs out so I’m centered above her on the bed. A deep growl rumbles through me. I want to tear this woman apart. Eat her whole. Cut her open and then roll around in her, coating myself in her very essence.

I look up at her, to that darkness swirling perilously in her eyes again. She wants this, needs this. Even if her consciousness doesn’t register it yet, her soul recognizes its match in my shadow. “I’m going to make you scream for me, Mattie. Until your vocal chords turn to dust and you beg me for sweet relief.”

My lips curl into a snarl, and I dive into the apex of her thighs already weeping for me. She bucks and kicks as my tongue traces each petal of her core. I swirl my tongue inside her until her walls squeeze against me, trying to draw me further inside her. My mouth moves up, drawing her clit between my teeth and replacing my tongue with my finger inside her. Her teeth clench and her lips pull back fiercely, but I see the moan building in her throat. Her head falls back as she tries to breathe through the pleasure building in her.

I laugh into the soft flesh of her pussy, coating my face in her. She growls in return, thrusting her hips up into my face. I press down on her stomach with my other hand as the one inside her presses two fingers up against that tender spot that will make her body sing. My motions build into a rhythm, and her wetness grows underneath us. Her legs tremble, and I pump faster and faster until her whole body is shaking. I want her to give up the control she’s so furiously clinging to and rip off the mask she wears for everyone else.

“See how pretty your body sings for me?” My voice comes out thick and raspy. She’s so close now. I suck at her sensitive bundle of nerves again, flicking my tongue against her. “Fucking scream for me.”

Her restraint finally shatters, and she lets out a primitive scream. Her release pours down my arm, and I lap up each trailing drop. Nothing she gives me will go to waste. I pull my hand from her and trace my thumb across her bottom lip. It glistens with her nectar, and I push her lip back into her mouth so she can taste how fucking delicious she is. My lips brush against hers. “You scream so well for me.”