free of her clinging body. She whimpers, and I wipe them clean, then I kiss up her belly, lap at the blood on her chest, and meet her parted lips, letting her taste her blood and release on my lips.
She moans as her legs wrap around me again, her tied hands hooking over my neck and dragging me closer. Grunting, I kiss her hard as I reach between us, flick open my jeans, and push them down until I can pull out my cock. Wrenching my lips away, I breath heavily as I look down at her, at those plump, raw lips and wild, dark eyes. The blood covering her abused chest… Fuck. I almost spill across her right here, but she needs my cock and I want to see her ride it. To feel her come around it with that soft, tight silk wrapped around me like a vice as I fuck her.
Impatient, she lunges forward, biting my neck like a wild animal, her head thrashing from side to side. I grip the back of her head, encouraging her, feeling my blood spill and skin rip. The agony pounds through me and mixes with pleasure until my eyes cross. Needing to fuck her, I yank her head back with her hair, ripping my neck open as I sit back. Blood coats her teeth and chin as she grins and drapes her legs over my shoulders. I pull her farther down and drag my hard cock down her pussy with a growl.
“Fuck, how can you taste so good?” I snarl, feeling the wound on my neck heal, even as my blood stains my chest and back, dripping down my arm. I want it to scar, to wear it proudly, but I know it won’t. It wasn’t deep enough.
“I feel even better,” she purrs. “Slam it inside of me. Let me feel every inch. Fuck me hard, I want to be so sore I can barely walk,” she demands, looking down her body at my huge, thick dick and groaning. “Shit, that’s going to feel so good.”
“You need to be wetter,” I warn, even as I press against her hole. I’m big, huge actually, and that isn’t even an exaggeration. I don’t want to rip her. But she is having none of it. She pushes down, taking the tip of my cock inside of her with a groan, and then she slams down again, trying to work herself onto my length.
Fuck.
Grabbing her hips, I narrow my eyes on her as she smirks at me, knowing she got her way. I’ll show the brat what she is going to get. In one punishing move, I slam into her tight cunt, forcing my monster length through her channel. She screams in pain and pleasure, even as she pushes down, taking more. Wetness gushes around me as I make it hurt. Smirking, I pull out and slam back in, slow at first, before I pick up speed.
My mate likes pain? I’m fucked.
She’s everything I could ever want—no, need. She can handle my…darker desires, and I can’t wait to show her, to paint her skin in my marks and blood. To tie her up and fuck every hole until she can’t walk. To see her ride me in that leather as she uses those knives on me. To hunt her and have her hunt me. Shit, my brain is getting away with me, and now I’m just hammering into her. The loud slap of skin with the wet squelch of her pussy is loud, even above her cries of pleasure.
“More,” she urges, her voice laced with pain and pleasure.
Flipping her, I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze as I slam into her again and again, snarls leaving my lips. Her hands turn to claws, and she rips them down the seats on either side of her as she writhes beneath me, fighting me even now when she’s getting what she wants. So I tighten my hand, squeezing until it hurts and she’s gasping for air, struggling to breathe. Seeing that, seeing the struggle has me harder than ever, and I pummel into her. My other hand is on her hip, yanking her back, impaling her on my cock over and over.
While she can’t see me, I feel the face slip, unable to control it when I’m with her. It’s something that’s never happened, and for the first time ever, I fuck as me, not as someone else.