Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

N A T
I
already knew Kage was intense, but I’m
unprepared for the violence of his need when he
gets me down onto the bed.
Whatever he’s been holding back up to now is unleashed.
With a vengeance.
Kneeling on the mattress over me, he rips open the bodice
of my dress. The sound of tearing fabric is almost as loud as
the sound of my ragged breathing. Then he drags his shirt off
over his head, falls on top of me with a snarl, shoves my bra
up under my chin, and latches onto one of my rigid nipples.
He greedily sucks it into his mouth.
When I cry out, he pauses his voracious sucking long
enough to growl, “Gentle next time. This time, I’m gonna give
you my marks.”
He sinks his teeth into the tender flesh below my nipple.
I groan, writhing underneath him. It hurts, but it also feels
incredible. Shock waves of pleasure surge through my body
from his stinging bite.
He does the same to my other breast, biting it like he wants
to devour me whole.
Then he rears back, rolls me onto my belly, unhooks my
bra with a practiced flick of his fingers, and yanks my dress
down my hips and off my legs. My panties get the same rough
treatment.