whilst still rooted deep within me he remained still, waiting until he was ready. For what I didn’t know, not until he lowered enough so he was left holding all his weight above me. Now with his gloved hand to the bed next to my head, he threaded the bare one through my hair at the side. Then he lowered the rest of his body, so he could claim my lips in a bruising kiss right after he whispered fiercely,
“Now, I am fucking home.” Then he thrust his tongue inside my mouth taking advantage of the gasp, at the same time thrusting his hips up and driving his cock even deeper. Only after this was when he started really fucking me and doing so like a mad man starved of an addiction. His lips, his hands, his body was everywhere, totally consuming every inch of me. He ran both palms up through his earlier release and rubbed it into my skin, soaking my breasts and trying to mark me all over, as though he was trying to get my skin to absorb it in a way that it would never truly wash off.
In fact, he seemed obsessed with the idea of me wearing it like a primal brand, and I had to say, the act only managed to turn me on more. Actually, my arousal peaked so much, that one tweak of my nipples in his cum soaked fingertips and I was crying out my second release in a long and panting moan. And he hammered into me through every second of it, leaving my nipples and now gripping my hips in a way that I knew would leave another mark, one I got off on just like the first.
His fingers gathered up more of his cum, this time the small pool of white that had gathered in the valley of my breasts, before forcing it in between my lips, making me moan as I sucked it off his fingers and his salty taste burst across my tongue. This he liked…as in…a lot! I knew this as his eyes heated yet again, burning at the sight of my lips trapping his fingers as I sucked them deep.
“Fucking love the sight of my girl taking me deep,” he growled against my cheek and then his hands went to the restraints at my arms and the sound of them shattering next ended with him whispering,
“Fucking love the sight of my girl, dripping in my cum, when I am about to give her even more.”
“Yes!” I moaned and the second my hands were free, he whispered,
“Fucking love marking you, inside and out…fucking… love…you,” he said, and my insides quivered around him as he raised my hands up around him, warning,
“Now hold on, I need to take you harder. I need your pain as much as I need your pleasure…need every piece of you…Every. Fucking. Inch!” He snarled and suddenly my head was roughly tugged to the side and his teeth were there at my throat. Then the second he sank his fangs in, I screamed in the pain he spoke about, and then cried out at the pleasure he knew it would turn into. And he was right, he took everything from me, and made it his own.
Every. Fucking. Inch.
I came a third time, doing so almost as instantly as the first one he finally gave me, and his cock drove home as deep and as hard as I was physically capable of taking. This propelled my orgasm into one that seemed to last forever. His cock dragged through me in sync with every pull of my blood that filled his mouth. The way he was drinking me down and consuming me was as natural as being taken in such a rough and unrestrained way. I had never felt so deliciously abused, my body belonging solely to him, signed over by the blood he took and the quivering channel of my core he fucked raw.
He was an animal.
A beast.
A fucking Devil!
And I loved every fucking second of it!
But then, I wasn’t the only one as Lucius pulled his mouth from my neck. Then with a rumbling moan, it was one that mirrored my own as my blood still dripped down from him, now coating his chin from a different part of me, as it had exchanged my cum for my blood. Fuck, but he looked so hot, so powerful, so utterly primal!
Then, when he raised up, tensed above me and arched his own