I snarl as I drive into her again and again. “Not his, not theirs, not right now, you are just mine and I can do whatever I want to you and you will like it, won’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she moans, her head tipping back to expose her throat. “I can take it.”
Pulling out of her, I throw her into the sink, and she grunts when she hits it. I step behind her and kick open her legs before gripping her hair and yanking her head back. I force her to watch me in the mirror, my wings spread out behind me, knowing she likes to see them. She moans and wiggles to push back against me as I keep her there.
Sliding my hand down her back, I play with her wet pussy, watching as a flush covers her face and chest. I dip my fingers inside her, twisting and curling them as she moans, then I fuck her with them before pulling my digits free from her tight channel.
Tracing them across her ass, I slip a finger inside her tight back hole. She groans, watching me in the mirror as I force her to take me. I’m aware we could be caught at any minute, but I’m not fucking her fast, I’m reclaiming her. Let them catch us, I will kill them and fuck her above their corpses.
She pushes back, wanting more, her black eyes locked on my every move, ready to take whatever I offer. My crazy little mate loves my madness, so I paint it across her skin, I fuck it into her and let it claim her as surely as I do.
I force it into her ass, adding two more fingers. She whimpers in pain and pleasure, arching back as I run my other hand down her throat. I tug down her dress until I can see her breasts, the tight rosebud nipples so bright and perfect against her pale skin.
Fuck, she’s stunning.
I grab her throat again harshly as I narrow my eyes on her in the mirror, still fucking her ass with my fingers. “Say it, say who you belong to.”
“No.” She laughs breathlessly.
I twist my fingers and she moans, so I do it again and again, making sure it hurts her, but I feel her cream dripping down her thighs and my hand anyway—my mate likes the pain. My cock jerks from that, and I’m two seconds away from pushing her down and fucking her ass until she screams that she’s mine...in fact…
Shoving her head down, I grip her ass with my hand and slap it a few times to see it pinken with my marks. She gasps my name, asking for more, but I pull my fingers free, and with my cock still wet from her pussy, slam into her ass, forcing past her muscles.
She screams, writhing against me, but I keep her pinned there as I drag my cock out and force it back in, over and over as I continue to smack her. “You are mine, say it.”
“No,” she snaps, pushing her ass back to meet my thrusts. My dirty little girl is wet as hell, her pink, raw pussy dripping for me, her clit engorged and begging for my touch. She won’t get it, I’ll force her to come from the pain of my cock in her ass until she admits it.
“You do, look at you, begging for my cock in your ass. You’ll take me however you get it and you know it. That makes you mine, Dawn.” Licking along her spine, I leave a trail of stinging bites. “Your body, your mind, your soul, and even your dark little heart. It’s all mine.”
“Please,” she begs, her eyes wild, blood dripping from her lip where she bit it. Reaching down, I brush a droplet away tenderly and she whimpers. My touch is a sharp contrast with the harsh way I’m fucking her, getting all my rage, hate, and love out on, I mean in, her.
“Please what?” I snarl, my wings blocking the room behind us. In the mirror I look like an angel of death here to steal her soul, but it’s the other way around. This former little human has my soul wrapped around her finger. I will always come for her, wherever she is, her fucked up angel.
“I need to come so badly,” she implores without shame as she fucks herself on my dick like a good little girl. “I want to feel you filling up my ass.”