The hotel suite door slams shut. Dim light filters through heavy curtains. Romuald’s breath hitches as I push him against the wall. My fingers claw his shirt open. Buttons scatter. His chest heaves, hot skin slick under my nails. Heart pounding in my ears. Mine races too, wild drumbeat. I press my body to his. Thighs grind. His cock hardens instantly against my belly. Urgent. Hungry. I whisper no panties. His eyes widen, pupils black with need. Hands grab my ass, squeezing hard. Bruising grip. I bite his neck. Taste salt. Sweat beads on his throat. Pulse throbs under my tongue. Room spins red. Desire coils tight in my core. Wet heat floods me. His fingers fumble my skirt up. Find bare flesh. Groan escapes him. Fingers probe. Slick. Ready. I shove him toward the bed. He stumbles. I straddle. Lips crash. Tongues battle. Saliva mixes. His hands roam. Pinch nipples through lace. Sharp sting shoots straight to clit. I grind down. Fabric barrier tortures. Heart hammers. Breath ragged. Urgency builds. Can’t wait. Must possess. Now.
He rips my top away. Breasts spill free. Mouth latches on nipple. Sucks hard. Teeth graze. I arch. Moan rips from throat. Flip him over. Straddle his face. Skirt hiked. No barriers. His tongue dives in. Laps greedily. Clit throbs under assault. Hips buck. Ride his mouth. Fingers dig into scalp. Pull hair. He devours. Slurps my juices. I cream on his chin. Orgasm builds fast. No holding back. Savage. His cock strains pants. I reach back. Free it. Thick. Veins pulse. Stroke rough. Pre-cum slicks palm. He bucks up. Begs with eyes. I slide down. Impale myself. Stretch wide. Fill me deep. One thrust. Bottom out. Gasp. Walls clench. Ride hard. Bounce. Skin slaps skin. Sweat flies. His hands grip hips. Bruise. Pound up. Meet every slam. Breasts jiggle. Nipples peak. Lean forward. Bite shoulder. Taste blood. He growls. Fucks harder. Room reeks of sex. Musky. Primal. Climax crashes. I shatter. Scream. Milk him dry. He erupts. Hot spurts flood me. No condom. Risky. Perfect. Collapse on him. Hearts thunder together. But I’m not done. Dagger hides in my bag. Blade sings for flesh.
The Fever
Bodies entwine. Skin still fever-hot. His breaths slow. Eyes flutter shut. Satisfied fool. I rise. Straddle chest. He stirs. Smiles lazy. Knife flashes. Cold steel kisses throat. One slice. Artery spurts. Crimson arcs. Eyes bulge. Shock. Gurgle. Hands clutch neck. Blood pools. Warm. Sticky. I watch. Pulse between thighs again. Dip fingers in gore. Smear on clit. Rub slow. His struggles weaken. Twitches. Final rattle. Eyes glaze. Still. I grind harder. Blood lubes perfect. Waves build. Crash. Orgasm rips through. Violent. Shuddering. Soak sheets in cum and death. Slide off. Skin glows. Alive. Electric. Heart steadies slow. Touch cooling corpse. Unique high. No regrets. Just satiated glow. Wipe blade clean. Dress. Slip out. Night air cools flushed cheeks. Crave next hunt already.