Page 57 of Bonded Through Bite

“That’s it. Does it feel good, beautiful?”

“Oh, fuck, yes. More.”

He flexes his hips, and I groan. Only his hold on my hips keeps me steady.

“Halfway there, little fangs.”

“Half?” I choke out. My pussy pulses. I feel so fucking full already.

“You can take it all. And when you do, you can scream whatever fucking name you want.” One hand moves to grasp my throat and pulls me up as the other one drops to torture my clit. The position is even harder, but he keeps flexing his hips and forcing more and more of his cock inside me.

“Monster cock,” I rasp, making him chuckle. “Fucking hunter.”

“You can come up with something better than that, brat.”

“Sadist.”

“Are you in pain?” He stops moving and I let out a desperate wail.

“Noooo! Don’t stop.”

“If you want it, stop complaining and take the monster cock you are so desperate for.”

“As apologies go, I’d say this leaves something to be desired,” I rasp.

“Oh, this is not the apology part.”

“It’s not?”

“No.” His hold on me changes and with one powerful thrust, he’s seated all the way inside me. I quiver. In fact, my entire body trembles at the feeling of him stretching me. I want him to move. I need him to move. I feel like his cock is the only thing keeping me standing.

When I’m sure I’m going to scream from frustration, he drops his hand to my pussy and circles my clit. “This is the apology.”

Howling against his hold on my throat, I come around his cock.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he says and keeps circling my clit. I come again. And again. Or maybe I don’t stop coming.

Then he bends me forward again and begins to move. The rhythm he sets is a slow, tortuous movement in and out of my pussy. He is holding me up, his fingers digging into my hips, probably leaving marks. Those tiny flares of pain keep me from completely floating away.

Every thrust is accompanied by a growled, “I’m sorry.”

With every drag, his cock hits all the delicious spots deep inside, making me melt.

“More,” I beg and blessedly Santiago listens, increasing the power of his thrust. Slow pull out, hard, strong thrust back in. Again and again until I plead for more. In slow increments, his pace increases until I’m pushing back with my arms, every breath turning into a moan.

“That’s it. Good girl, let me hear you,” he purrs. When I whimper, he stops and pulls out. Before I have time to riot, he spins me around and hoists me up against the wall. His cock lines up with my pussy and then, slowly, he lets me slide down on it.

This time, I sink down with ease and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I’m completely at his mercy, held up by him, getting fucked by him, and when his dominance rolls over me this time, my brain shuts down.

I come.

Hard.

“Am I forgiven, little fangs?” he asks as he kisses my throat.

“Yes.” I don’t recognize the blissed-out voice that comes out of me.

“Thank you.”