“Pinch them, I want to see you play with yourself,” he demanded. She pinched them, letting the tingles of heat flood her clit. “Pinch them as if I were doing it.” Kat continued with more fervor, letting her body succumb to his rough voice. It washed over her, like his hands, his heat, and she couldn’t get enough of it. She was burning alive, burning for him.
There was something about Dommik that she craved and as he watched her play with herself, it became clear that she had neededthis. She needed him and for the first time felt caredforand not careby.
He moved her lower on the glass and angled her away. Her feet fell from his hip and down to grip his tense thighs. She felt safe, held up by his powerful hands, rounding her ass and the overall assurance that he exuded.
Kat pressed her breasts together as his heavy erection glided up her stomach and pierced her cleavage. The trail of precum fell hot and slick on her skin. Her ears were filled with grunts as his cock pushed her breasts apart, forcing himself into the space between them. She held on as the raw intensity skyrocketed and he rocked into her hard. It was devious, wrong, but felt oh so right.
Kat closed her eyes and gave into it. His speed increased into a frenzy. His use of her, savage. His cum perfumed the air and spread across her chest.
“You’ve been claimed.” A spurt of hot liquid hit the underside of her chin. It dripped down to coat her nipples. It made her freckles glisten.
Kat’s hands moved up to grab his shoulders, her nails broke his skin as he came on her again and again until she was sticky and wet. Dommik’s dick twitched with each release and continued as he laid her on the floor.
Her chest, her breasts raw and rubbed to perfection under his cock and through his eyes.
The blades of his metal fingers ripped off her jeans, taking her destroyed panties with it. She was primed, desperate for release, molten and ready at her apex. Kat smiled up at him and his still stiff cock. Dommik had stripped them both.
“You’ve been claimed too,” she giggled and sat up, reaching to handle him.
Chapter Eleven:
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Dommik watched his trapped fairy sit up on her knees and take hold of him. Her soft smiles and impish features burned deep into his brain, his hard drives. He would forever have these images with him, tormenting him long after she came to hate him.
But his body remained stiff, needing more of her, and when her hands tugged him down he joined her onto the cold ground. His seed covered her in dewy tendrils from her chin down to pool to her pelvis. The animal inside him roared, the spider inside him wanted to bind her within his ropes to feast from.
Kat was meant to be devoured. Her frenetic aura to be chained, claimed, his conquest. He wanted to capture the beauty of her, he wanted to take it with him everywhere.
She was his trophy and if another being ever sought to steal her away, Dommik would unleash a Hell that the universe had never seen its like.
Her eyes flashed a brilliant, mischievous green. Pouty lips crept up into a smile, her copper curls mussed and damp around her face. He ate her up. And she touched him, her hands curved around his kneeled frame, up his tense thighs, and over his hard stomach, skipping the cock that was desperate for her attention.
Dommik didn’t want Kat to hate him, he didn’t want her to be afraid of him, but it was inevitable. What he had shown her of himself was just a piece of what he truly was.
Her taste was in his mouth where he wanted it to stay.
He gripped her chin as her hands traced the scars on his chest. “Your eyes have a wicked gleam to them, Kat, what are you thinking?”
She licked her bottom lip. “I want your poison.”
“Do you now?”
Her fingers tugged at his long strands, rising up to scrape her nails over his scalp. Their eyes stayed locked. “Has anyone told you that your face looks like a skull in the shadows?”
He couldn’t help but smirk. “Yes. Has anyone told you that you look like a fairy?” he countered.
She shook her head as he dropped his hand. “No.” Her eyes fell back to his chest. “Do they hurt?” Dommik watched as she whispered her fingers over one of his jagged scars.
“Not anymore.”
Kat leaned forward and kissed them and he let her, feeling his heart sting and bleed with each press of her lips. He held still as her tongue licked the crisscrossing knife and claw marks, she sucked on his bullet markings. “I’m sorta a nurse,” she smiled against his skin. “I help people die comfortably. I wish I had been around to kiss these better when you received them.” Her emerald orbs caught him. “I heard kisses make hurts feel better.”
Dommik’s eyes narrowed. She was hurting him more than any of the battle wounds he had received before. He stiffened as she continued to worship him.
She had brought him to his knees and that floored him. He wasn’t used to comforting, to passion, not at the level Kat was willing to give him and it grew in him like a weed.
His fingers caught into her tangled curls, lifting her bruising kisses away. “You chose me, Kat.”
