Page 125 of The Bonds of Indigo

His full-force thrust slams back into me, and I scream, “Indigo!”

“The way your tits bounce will have me fantasizing every second you aren’t wrapped around my cock. Fuck, I’m a godsdamn goner.”

He places one knee on the bed and starts absolutely devastating me. Each thrust is just as rough as the last, but the pain melts away quickly, and soon, pleasure is all I can feel.

One of my legs is lifted up his chest as he leans over me. He grabs my wrists one at a time, and I’m basically a doll in his hands. I give no resistance as he brings them above my head and traps them there with one hand.

With one foot over his shoulder and the other looped around his hip, he pistons into me. He uses his grip on my wrists to brace himself. I’m shocked I actually scream when he suddenly slaps my tit.

“There we go,” he pants before folding me in half completely. “Nice and hard,” he murmurs against my skin, then sucks my painfully sensitive nipple into his mouth.

My hips move with each thrust, the motion small thanks to how tightly he’s bent me, but he seems to approve. His groan says everything.

His fangs nip at my skin and I want so badly for him to bite me. To drink from me wherever he wants. But he hasn’t—and I think I know why. The marks will scar, and I can feel through the bond that he doesn’t want to add to the tally already on my skin.

But I don’t want him to hesitate. If there’s anyone I want to see when I look in the mirror, it’s him.

“Bite me,” I moan. “Please, Kayn. Bite me and feed from me.”

His cock pulses inside me as he slams against my walls. In this position, every thrust makes those metal bars drag against my g-spot, and I’m right on the edge of exploding—just as I did moments ago.

He drags his tongue up the curve of my breast to my neck, right over the spot he bit in the shower.

“Not your nipples. Not the places you’ve been untouched.” His voice is a godsdamn fever dream, raising my temperature and making my head go light. “I’ll bite you, little slayer, but I will mark you thoughtfully.”

Then he presses his fangs to the curve of my neck, directly over the same spot, and pierces me. The puncture is sharp and quick, and instead of hesitating like he did before, he sucks immediately.

And I tumble.

“Kayn!!”

Gods, I tumble so fucking hard over that cliff that the whole bed shakes. He thrusts harder, and even though I’m screaming through my orgasm, it doesn’t drown out the wet sounds of my arousal or the slap of his skin against mine.

“That’s it, Amarah. Scream my name and come all over my cock.”

The hand gripping my wrists slides up to find one of my hands, and he laces our fingers together. My leg—still draped across his chest—starts to shake, and he lets me drop it.

My breathing slows, but my heart is racing. I feel like I’m floating, and I swear I can see stars as I stare up at him. He leans in, pressing his mouth to mine, and I taste the copper of my blood on his tongue as it invades my mouth.

He lifts me from the mattress, pulling me flush against him. Slowly, he moves me further onto the bed while guiding my arms around his neck. When we finally stop moving, he breaks the kiss.

“Give me one more,” he croons before lifting me off him. Every inch of my skin tingles, from the place he fed on me and from the sudden empty ache inside me.

I swear I blink, and suddenly I’m facing the cushioned headboard. I’m on my knees, legs spread, when his hands press to the small of my back. They glide to my hips and lift my ass, curving my body for him.

“Lean forward and hold on,” he commands.

I obey instantly.

“It infuriates me what they did to you.”

The moment my hands grip the headboard, he’s filling my pussy again. One of his hands grips my hip while the other travels up my spine. His thrusts are controlled but brutal, each one hammering into that soft, perfect spot inside me.

“Fuck! Ah—yes, right… there, Kayn!”

“It wasn’t enough that they died quickly.” His hand reaches the nape of my neck and wraps around my throat, though he applies no pressure.

“I should’ve skinned them.” Thrust. “Peeled their cocks like bananas.” Thrust. “Then made them bleed out slowly.”