Page 110 of The Devil We Crave
He pounds into me, snarling and biting, gripping and pinning. I do the same, nipping at his shoulder when he gets too close, raking my nails down his cheek and chest when he lets go of my wrist. He crushes his mouth to mine in a vicious, bruising kiss before he sucks my lower lip between his teeth andbites.
God help me, I almost come.
The taste of copper floods my mouth as he invades it with his tongue. I claw at his face, my hips rising to meet every single one of his brutal, violent thrusts. He pulls his head back and spitsinto my mouth when I open it to moan, making my eyes roll in a swirling cloud of black, unhinged arousal.
He bites my nipples, groans when I slap his face, and fucks me harder when my nails rake like knives down his back.
This isn’t sex anymore.
This is an endurance test of carnal violence. And I’m not sure there’ll be any survivors after the dust has settled.
The harder he fucks me, the louder I beg him for more. I don’t even recognize my voice anymore, or the demands tumbling from my lips as I beg him to choke me, slap me, bite me,ruin me.
He glances to the side, still pounding into me as unholy wails erupt from my throat. Then I see the black glint in his eyes, and shiver when he reaches over and grabs the knife.
His gloved hand wraps around the hilt that was inside me, and I feel myself starting to come undone as he brings the lethal edge of the blade to my throat.
“Oh my fucking God!” I cry out, starting to shudder and clench and break apart at the seams.
“Mmmm, sothisis what you needed, baby,” he growls darkly, putting a little more pressure on the blade next to my skin. “Thisis what that fucked-up head of yours wanted before you’d let me feel this slutty pussy come all over my cock.”
He starts to pound into me harder, faster; viciously fucking me as my back scrapes across the ground. My head lolls back as the world blurs around me, and adrenaline explodes through my system when I realize my head is nowhanging off the edge of the cliff.
Everything builds to a screaming, beautifully violent crescendo.
The tug of gravity. His huge cock ramming into my pussy over and over as my entire core ignites. The sharp edge of his knife dancing over the skin of my throat. The swirling madness of it all.
Just as my eyes start to roll back, he grabs my face with his other hand and lifts it, pressing our foreheads together and looking merightin the eye as he buries himself balls-deep in me.
Reality skips and glitches. Time falters.
“Come for me, little prey. Let me feel your pretty fuck hole come all over my big fucking cock.”
Oh God…
The world goes white, and Iexplode.
I scream, and Achilles slams his mouth to mine as my orgasm careens through me like a fucking hurricane. He groans into my mouth and keeps his cock buried between my legs as it starts to throb and pulse. I gasp against his lips as I feel the hot flood of his cum spill into me, his cock twitching inside me as my arms and legs wrap like iron bands around his muscled body.
I’m still choking for air when he lowers his mouth to my neck and licks it.
I wince in pain. When he pulls away, I realize why.
The knife has a small streak of blood on the tip.
So does his tongue.
And when he tosses the knife aside and kisses me, and I taste the copper and sin on his lips, I realize how truly fucked I am.
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ACHILLES
I watchher as she dozes.
After theunhingedmadness at the cliffs, when I claimed her and filled her with my cum before tasting her mouth and her blood, Yelena just sort of…collapsed.
And yes, my ego issoaringto think I fucked her into a coma.
