Chapter 119
Chapter 119
My hand trembled around the knife, the cold handle biting into my sweaty palm.
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What the hell was he saying? Rut? Knot? How could his dick grow to be three times bigger than it already is? And what the hell does he mean that I shouldn’t hesitate to use a damn knife?! That was the part that I just couldn’t wrap my head around, and out of all the absurd things he said, that was the one that made me
tremble.
“You… you want me to stab you while you’re still inside me?” I asked, my voice shaking.
He licked the back of my neck and I shivered against him. “If I lose control,” he ground out. “If you feel me slipping and being too rough, then yes, Belladonna, I’m asking you to stab me.”
I swallowed hard, staring down at the blade like it burned me. “Kade, that’s insane.”
“What’s insane,” he growled into my ear, thrusting deep enough that I cried out, “is you still fighting me over this even when you’ve seen how fast I heal.”
A harsh shiver wracked through my body when I felt his teeth graze my flesh, but he didn’t bite like I wanted him to. Instead, he just sucked the skin into his mouth, pushing his hips faster than before, and even more deeply that I could feel him in my stomach.
He didn’t thrust in and out like he’s been doing. Instead, when he thrust in, he stayed buried in me for a few seconds and I could feel his pulsing in me like a second heart, my walls clenching helplessly around him, my body seeking more.
But I couldn’t let him distract me with pleasure when he was talking about me stabbing him.
“You’re asking me to hurt you when-” My words were cut off in a sharp moan when he withdrew until just his tip remained in me before he slammed back in.
He sucked the skin on my earlobe, biting it gently. “Seeing as you can still argue, I guess I’m not fucking you hard enough.”
What the hell was he saying? He wasn’t fucking me hard enough? How hard could he possibly go when it already feels like he was touching my organs with his dick?
I soon got the answer to that.
He grabbed my thighs, lifting me off the bed and we were falling…backwards? Yes, backwards. Kade lay on his back while still holding me. I rested on his chest, looking up at the ceiling while he still held my thighs, holding my legs spread apart.
He was still inside me, so as soon as he was comfortable, he thrust.
My eyes widened as I cried out, my mouth falling open. With this new position, he was hitting all the right spots without even trying. My body rocked up whenever he thrust, and feeling his hard, hot body beneath me was a plus I never knew I needed.
“I’m not asking you to stab me, Belladonna,” he rasped, his voice rough, his front slapping against my ass
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anytime he thrust and it felt like I was getting smacked. “I’m not asking you to drill the knife into me until I drop dead. I’m asking you to stop me from losing control. I’m asking you to keep me human.”
“Aren’t you already human?” I asked in a tiny voice.
He didn’t answer, instead, he just thrust harder and faster, groaning.
“Fuck, I’ve forgotten how good this feels,” he groaned. “It’s been years since I’ve been buried in a warm hole. And you’re so tight around me, Belladonna. It’s driving me crazy. So tight and warm.”
Years? Was he serious? I would have asked that if he hadn’t taken my ability to speak from how he was fucking me like he wanted to make a statement.
As he mercifully thrust in and out, I could feel the pressure building, that sweet ache growing more intense. I couldn’t help but touch my clit, impatient. I wanted that relief now.
But Kade slapped my hand away, and I moaned loudly and sharply when I felt him bite my neck.
That was going to leave a mark. It definitely will.
All my boxes were being ticked tonight. Or was this a dream? No, the pleasure was too intense for this to be a dream.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he asked in a growl, licking the back of my neck where he bit me.
“N–no, sir,” I answered, my voice shaking.
“Why then did you?”
“I’m too patient. I need to cum. Please, Kade.”
“Make sure you keep your legs spread or I’ll stop. Got it?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
He let go of my thighs and I looked down to see marks in the shape of his hands around my thighs. Another
win.
Belladonna was in heaven.
One of Kade’s hands cupped my breast, squeezing it hard. I planted my feet on his legs, keeping mine spread open so he could continue to slam into me.
I gasped when I felt his hand on my clit, his rough palm pressed against it.
“Kade!” I moaned, pushing my hips forward and grinding against his hand while he brutally fucked me.
“Yes,” he groaned. “Say my name. Fucking scream it.”
And scream I did. I screamed his name over and over until my voice grew hoarse. His thumb began rubbing against my clit, drawing slow circles.
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“Yes, Kade! Yes! It feels so fucking good!”
He cursed harshly, his hips moving faster, thrusting up without restraint just the way I wanted. I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted him to fuck me so hard that I could feel him for days.
“Your walls… haa… are clenching so ti–tight around me. It feels like you’re trying to suck me dry. Ah, you feel so good, Belladonna.”
“How good do I feel, Kade?”
“So fucking good. I feel stupid for trying to deny myself this heaven.”
Another box ticked. If I died now, I would die a fulfilled woman.
His thumb began moving faster on my clit, his hand pinching my nipple.
“Kade, I want to see your face,” I pleaded, reaching for him, my hand waving into his hair.
Ah, it feels so soft.
“No,” was his answer. “Another time.”
I still pressed. “Why not now?”
“If you continue to ask irrelevant questions, you’ll make me feel like I’m not doing a good job.”
“You’re doing good, marito. So good. I’m sure I’ll feel you for days to come.”
“Good.”
His fingers pinched my clit at the same time that he pinched my nipple. My body jolted, my eyes widening as that pressure built faster and faster.
“Kade, I’m close!”
“How close are you?”
“So close!”
He continued to rub my clit, and just when I felt on the edge, he stopped.
I screamed, hitting his arm. “Why the fuck did you stop?!”
“Give me your word that you’ll use the knife on me when I’m about to slip. I’m close, Belladonna. And I need you to give me your damn word.”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
