Page 68 of Heir of Corruption


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She shudders. Perhaps pain, perhaps pleasure.

I lift my chest to look down at her as I thrust in and out of her.

Her lips are open. Her eyes are still wide.

I glance down at my cock, watching it slide into her pussy.

When I pull out and see blood coating my shaft, a deep moan of excitement rumbles through my chest.

I pull out of her, loving the sight of the red wetness on my skin. I wrap my hand around my cock and slide it up and down, coating my hand in the blood. I dip my fingers into her pussy and bring it out.

I dip my fingers into my mouth, then trace my hand over her breasts, leaving red handprints staining her skin. My cock throbs, almost painfully, at the pleasure I get taking in the sight of the fresh blood over everything.

I lean forward and press my blood-stained lips against hers as I slide my cock back inside her pussy. My pussy. It belongs to me now.

The taste of iron against my tongue and the sight of her covered in blood, smeared across her lips, across her breasts, down her stomach, fuels me.

I thrust harder, and she screams. This is not about her pleasure, though; this is about me claiming her body as my own.

I fuck her. Slamming into her, she fights against her restraints.

I clamp my hand over her neck, and she tilts her head backward as if inviting me to do so.

My cock thrusts into her, again and again, and soon she is arching her back and lifting her hips toward me.

“That’s right, little bird, let me take you, enjoy it, feel it.”

She shakes; first, her legs wrapped around my back; I feel them quiver against me. Then, her entire body is shuddering. Her pussy pulses over my cock. She closes her eyes. “Open your eyes. Don’t you dare close them?”

Her eyes lock with mine as her orgasm rushes through her. Her pupils dilate, and she moans. I shove myself deep inside her as I felt my release pulsing. The most intense orgasm I have ever had shoots through me, erupting inside her.

I collapse onto her, panting, her body pinned beneath me. I take my time to catch my breath, and when I press myself up to look into her face, I see the strains of tears that have run across her painted cheeks.

It gives me a fright.

I pull the belt loose from the bedpost and lean back, pulling her into my arms and holding her close against my chest.

She leans into me, her hands still knotted in my belt. I stroke my hands down her back, through her hair; she is so beautiful. So soft. So delicate. And she is mine.

She is all mine. She will only ever be mine.

I won’t allow another man to touch her, ever, no matter what happens from now onwards.

She belongs to me.

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Seraphina

Iam leaning againsthim, my heart thundering in my chest, my hands still twisted together with his belt, locking my wrists against each other. His muscles are flexed and glistening with sweat. He smells of blood and salt and something else. Is that what sex smells like?

I breathe him in. Feeling intoxicated by everything.

He wraps his arms around me, and I feel incredible.

I could never in my life have imagined that sex would be this amazing. My skin is burning, alive, and tingling. My legs are still throbbing as the muscles ease after such an intense orgasm. My lips feel swollen and tender from his kisses.

I am no longer a virgin. There was such an intense physical and emotional release in all of this.

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