Invisible hands, teeth, tongues, and lips attacked with viciouspassion. There would be no hostages, only decimation until just bits of us were left.
The false cry of satisfaction from next door shifted to groans of pure ecstasy, the bed hitting harder.
Like riling up animals locked in a cage, Warwick and I were set free.
I ripped at his pants, shoving them down, taking his massive girth in my hand and smearing the pre-cum over the tip, making me pulsate so hard for him it hurt.
“Fuck.” He gritted his teeth, his palm skimming down my stomach, his fingers sliding through my pussy unforgivingly, producing a loud, unhinged moan from my lips.
A woman screamed from the room over, followed by several groans from others in the same room. I heard people in the hallway moaning with gratification.
The pleasure they derived from us only racked my body with more desire.
Our real hands explored, gripping and tearing at each other to get closer, wanting to carve through each other, marking and breaking everything in our path.
“Warwick.” Desperation and fury coated my tone.
Consume me.
Devour.
Destroy.
I didn’t care. I wanted to be left in cinders.
Hitching me higher up the wall, he teased my entrance with his tip, producing a whimper from me.
“You want me inside you? My cock deep in your pussy?”
“Yes.” I breathed, too far gone not to plead.
He gave me no other warning before he thrust into me, my mouth tearing open in a silent scream. Electricity burned through my nerves, torching everything, ripping the oxygen from my lungs as he filled me.
Brutal and vicious.
Ultimate pleasure.
Extreme pain.
This was even more intense than before, like he had crawled inside me, striking everything on fire.
A roar clapped off the walls, the sensation shredding through him as well, doubling the feelings crackling through my system. I felt both our desires, making me choke for oxygen.
He pulled back and drove in with vehement rage.
I cried out, adjusting to his size, drowning in the overwhelming ecstasy as he pumped in again.
“Oh. Gods.” I felt the ghost of his tongue trail down my back, nipping and licking over my ass. His fingers nowhere near my breasts flicked at my nipples, making my spine curve. I attacked back with as much vigor.
He wrenched my hair, yanking my head back as he drove in even deeper, his harsh grip making me pulse around him.
“Pokol!”Hell. His shoulders tightened as the phantom me licked up his thigh, taking his balls into my mouth and sucking. “Fuuuuccck.” A deep groan belted from his chest, a wild spark flickering in his eyes.
He pulled out of me, dropping me to my feet. Before I could utter my grievance, he threw me down onto the mattress on my stomach. He shucked off the pants and briefs around his ankles, displaying his magnificent naked physique. He snarled and growled like a beast as he climbed down. He was no longer the man, but the myth.
The Wolf.
Yanking my hips back, Warwick drove in so deep, hitting every nerve making me howl like a savage myself.
