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“I want to ride you, my king,” I breathe, voice sultry.

He swallows thickly, nodding slowly before flipping us so that I’m suddenly above him. I shriek with laughter, making sure the blade doesn’t hurt either of us as he positioned himself beneath me.

“Eager?” I giggle.

“For you, princess? Always.”

Chapter 43

Korithax

Istare up at the most divine creature I’ve ever seen as she straddles me, blade still in her hand—now entirely clean after licking every last drop of my blood from it.

The sight of her tongue dragging across the steel made my heart thunder. In all my long existence, I’ve never seen anything more fucking beautiful. Watching her taste my blood confirmed what I already suspected deep in my bones. This mortal girl was created for me. She’s divine. She’smine.

Considering her lack of experience, she’s blowing my godsdamned mind. Everything I’ve thrown at her, she’s taken in her stride—hesitating only for a second when it came to cutting me. And yet… she still did it. And the sight of her coated in my blood? It made something primal snap inside me.

She starts grinding on my cock, the length of it still trapped behind my pants, her body moving so perfectly it drags a groan from deep within my chest. Even through the barrier of fabric, I can feel her arousal.

“Fuck, Daisy. You’re incredible.”

She blushes, smiling as she toys with the blade, dragging it lightly across my chest but not cutting. My restraint is hanging on by a fucking thread. I need to be inside her. Now.

I burn my pants away with a flick of a thought. She gasps, and I chuckle darkly as her eyes drop to where my cock now throbs, free—and soaked from how wet she is. “Gods, you’re dripping, baby girl.”

She giggles shyly. The sound is soft, sinful, and electrifying as she begins to slide her slick cunt along the length of my cock, dragging her clit over the head with every stroke. The friction makes her whimper, and she starts picking up her pace as she grinds harder.

“That’s it, princess,” I growl. “Grind on me until you come.”

I grip her hips, guiding her rhythm, watching her tits bounce as she rocks herself against me. Her head falls back, mouth open as she pants my name.

“Oh gods… Korithax…”

My name on her lips like that nearly ruins me. My grip tightens, bruising her soft, plush hips as I feel her start to tremble. Her orgasm hits hard, her body shaking as she falls forward, planting her hands on my chest to steady herself. She pants, twitching with the aftershocks of her pleasure, but I don’t wait. I line myself up and slam inside her in one brutal thrust. A scream rips from her lips as I fill her completely. Her eyes fly open, glassy with tears as her cunt clenches around me. I hiss as I start to move, and she whimpers, her senses overwhelmed.

My hand wraps around her throat as I drive into her. Her pale skin reddens, her tears falling freely now as her oxygen depletes beneath my grip. Just before her eyes flutter shut, I release her. She gasps, greedily sucking in air, her body shaking with each punishing thrust that I deliver.

“Let me,” she pants, voice hoarse.

I use every bit of restraint I have and go still, watching her carefully. She pushes herself up slowly, planting her hands on my stomach, shifting to straddle me fully. She winces at the angle, feeling all of me buried deep inside her. Gods… she’s fucking breathtaking.

Never have I let a woman take control. I was the controller; I was the one who held the power. But Daisy? I’d give her every ounce of power I possess. I’d let her use me, break me, own me. I was hers entirely. She could use and abuse me in any way she saw fit, as long as she remained mine.

She begins to move slowly, trying to adjust herself to accommodate me. I see the pain on her face, the tears still streaking her cheeks, but she doesn’t stop. She takes every single inch of me with stubborn grace. She slowly rocks her hips, the sight of her utterly hypnotising as her blonde hair falls over her tits, her ocean blue eyes smudged with mascara, her soft, plush body coated in my blood. Had my soul been transferred to the other side? Because there was no way this could be real.

She rises, hands moving to her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. She moans loudly as she lifts herself high enough that my cock is barely inside of her, then she slowly lowers herself back down. Every inch that she drops, my soul feels like it’s being torn from my body.

“Fuuuuuuuck Daisy,” I groan.

She rises again, this time dropping back down hard and fast.

“Gods,” she hisses, repeating the action over and over again.

Each thrust inside her drives me closer to the edge of insanity. She’s fucking torturing me. My entire body is alight with need, her pussy pulsing around me like she was made for me.

“Let me fuck you, Daisy.” I beg.

She shakes her head, hips slamming down again.