Page 66 of Soul Redeemed

And without apology, he plowed into her, pushing past her natural urge to resist him.

Around the leather clenched between her teeth, Ava cried out, but not even that would stop him. Nothing could stop him.

Calix didn’t even feel himself at that moment, but like a starved animal feeding on a delectable cut of fresh meat. Carnal. Ruthless. Prepared to devour her until she was nothing but a pile of soft bones that he’d lick as a reminder of his savagery.

Holding tight to her hips, he curled his fingers over her small waist and fed his cock in and out of her, the wet slide of her pussy making his knees damn near buckle beneath him.

His muscles buzzed with excitement. The exhaustion of before fizzled into the exhilaration of renewed strength. He could feel his body energizing, becoming more virile with every drive of his hips.

Don’t stop. Feed. The beast beseeched him, reveling in the heat and scent of her body. The sweet vanilla of her skin mingled with the heady scent of arousal and called to his instincts.

Ava’s pussy contracted around him, drawing him deeper inside of her, and the tiny vibrations exploded into a full-blown twitch and arch of her back.

“Oh, Gods!” She screamed out the last of her orgasm, and still he kept on, ignoring it.

As the wet spurt of her arousal slickened his thrusts, his grip of her arms tightened.

The sting of his fangs told him he could claim her. Bite the hell out of her throat and anesthetize her.

He wouldn’t, though.

Calix would get his fill of her.

All night.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl, Ava.” He rested his head against her spine, hips jackhammering into her thighs. “You’re mine. No one else touches you.”

She cried out, taking each slam from behind.

His muscles tightened, stomach tensed with the impending blast of ecstasy. More. More. More. The beast demanded inside his head, forcing him to hold out until every muscle in Calix’s body trembled, ready to snap.

The tingle climbed up his spine, shooting straight to the back of his head, and exploded.

“Motherfuck—!”

Stars danced in his eyes like he’d breached the heavens, while supernovas burst all over his body, tingling his limbs.

The relief. Sweet goddamn relief bathed his muscles as he unleashed months of pent-up frustration.

“Calix! Oh, Gods!”

He’d climaxed for the first time inside of a female. His female.

And he couldn’t stop.

Still pumping in and out of her, Calix continued to feed his craving.

From the depths of his body, a quiet whisper of words passed his lips, and he watched with awe as Ava’s head slowly rolled against the pillow, her body arched upward, knuckles white as they held the bars of the bed.

She moved and undulated in a seductive roll of her hips with every thrust, finding a rhythm through the pain, meeting him for every violent drive of his hips.

The sound of her wetness watered his mouth, and as she moaned her pleasure, he upped the pace, accumulating more sweat that damn near sizzled across his skin.

Fangs still in place, he stared at the back of her neck. It begged to be marred, claimed. Calix needed to sate the hunger. He needed to calm the fire burning inside of him that craved more of her. All of her.

Every fiber of his being taunted him. Mine.

He needed distraction, or he’d risk doing something without her permission.