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My orgasm ripped through me in violent, blinding waves, my scream raw and unrestrained as my pussy convulsed around him, milking desperately while pleasure tore me apart from the inside, every nerve ending singing with maddening release. Hot gushes spilled out around his base, slick and messy, soaking my thighs and the sheets beneath us as my body clenched and spasmed without mercy, a greedy hunger still gripping me even as I came undone. I rode it helplessly, hips jerking, legs clamping around him as his release kept coming, pulse after pulse stretching me beyond capacity, everything blurring into one consuming wave that left me gasping and clinging to him.

Culver’s growls devolved into something beastly, his body shuddering against mine as another violent crack echoed through the room. Wood splintered with a heavy crash as the headboard tore free, slamming into the wall hard enough to shake the entire bed. He stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock twitching with aftershocks, as if he could flood me all over again.

“Mine,” he rasped, his fangs grazing my ear as he nuzzled into my neck. “My beautiful lamb.”

I had no time to catch up before his sharp fangs pierced my neck, and I yelped out, my pussy clenching around him at the sudden shock and pain. But the pain quickly dissolved into pleasure as his cock, still hard and insistent inside me, began to thrust while his fangs drew out my blood. The sharp sting turned into a warm, spreading rush that seemed to wake every part of my body at once, making my skin tingle and my breath catch. He moaned so deliciously in my ear, the sound ringing as strange pleasure erupted from where he was biting into me.

“Culv,” I mewled, every nerve still singing. My nipples poked against the dress, and my core clenched around his amazing cock. It was a whole mix of him drawing from me and moving inside that left me feeling dizzy and connected.

Without warning, his fangs slid out of me, and so did his cock, leaving me whining. My nails dug into his back, wanting more. The sudden emptiness knocked the air from my lungs, making my hips shift restlessly as I chased the feel of him. My mind was hazy with how badly I needed him back inside right then.

“I meant to warn you,” he murmured, breathless and crooked with something close to awe. “We tend to be generous when we orgasm.”

I huffed weakly, trying to catch my breath, lifting my hand to his inhuman jaw. “No shit,” I murmured, dazed. “And what’s with the heat from your bite? I feel all hot inside.”

I squirmed, feeling his hard cock against my pussy. My body ached to be taken again by him, and I struggled to worm myself out of the dress. Luckily, Culver helped me, my breasts popping free, and he took the moment to grab them, playing with my hard nipples. I lay back down, moaning as he flicked them. His touch sent little sparks straight down to where I was still throbbing from before, making my back arch as I let myself sink into how good it felt to have his hands on me.

“You are made for me.” His cock slid against my pussy. “So when I feed from you, your body responds to it. Oh, Ira, you are gorgeous. I am extremely proud right now.”

With that sentence, he thrust back into me, pushing his own spend deeper as my body reacted with a fresh, helpless clench. My mouth fell open on a soundless gasp, sensitivity lighting every nerve as his hands roamed my skin. The slide back in felt so intense after everything, like my insides were already too full and too sensitive, but still gripping him tight, drawing him in deeper as waves of building heat made my thighs tremble against him.

Missionary should have felt simple, but nothing about the way he moved was. Each measured thrust dragged a sound from me, the thick head nudging deep, tightening the humming tether between us until it vibrated through my bones. His pace built steadily, powerful enough to make the bed protest as I arched to meet him, nails scoring his back. Every push forward sent a deep ache of pleasure rippling through me, making my breath come shorter, the pull in my core growing stronger with each motion, like it was binding us together in this raw, unrelenting way.

“Look down. Watch me disappear inside you. That’s mine. You’re mine,” he rasped.

“Yes, I’m yours, Culv." I breathed, already looking down at the way we were connected.

His hips drove forward with controlled savagery, every thrust slamming deep, skin meeting skin in sharp, wet sounds that echoed through the room. My slick pussy wept around him, still leaking his cum as he fucked me without mercy, his strength both terrifying and intoxicating. He could break me. Hell, he was breaking me. The knowledge only made my body tighten greedily around his thick cock. The fierce rhythm pounded into me, leaving my mind scattered. Each wet slap of him against me built unbearable pressure that had me gasping and clinging harder.

Then he hauled me upright, pulling me into his lap. Our chests pressed together as he thrust upward, hitting something new that made my vision fracture. I rode him instinctively, grinding down as his hands kneaded my ass. His fingers dipped and teased my slick folds as our rhythm turned heavy and hypnotic. Being held against him made the angle so much deeper. Every upward drive sent shocks through me that had my head falling back, my body moving on its own as I chased the building edge. His grip on me felt like the only thing keeping me tethered through all the consuming pleasure.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb pressing over my racing pulse. “Tell me what you need.”

“Culv,” I gasped, wrecked and heaving, my mind spinning with pleasure. “Make me cum again, please!”

He didn’t slow. He flipped me onto my side, one leg hiked high as he slammed back into me, filling me in one brutal stroke. The pressure built too fast. Panic flickered through the pleasure as my body tightened uncontrollably. The new position let him hit spots that made stars burst behind my eyes. My breath hitched as I felt myself winding tighter, the overwhelming rush making my fingers twist in the sheets while I tried to hold on just a little longer.

“Wait,” I tried, the word dissolving as my orgasm overtook me. “Please!”

I reached for the edge of the bed to get away, but Culver only chuckled at me, his thick cock twitching deep inside me.

“Trying to escape again.” He drove into me, his tip meeting my deepest core.

“Tearing me apart,” I moaned loudly, my body squeezing around his thick cock so tightly that even if I moved an inch away, his shaft wasn’t going anywhere. “Slow down!”

The overload crashed over me in waves that left me shaking. My insides clenched so hard around him it felt like I couldn’t let go even if I wanted to. The pleasure bordered on too much as it pulled me under completely.

My orgasm ripped through me harder than before. My body bowed violently, muscles seizing as a hot torrent surged from my core, soaking him and the bed in a slick flood while my pussy spasmed helplessly around his cock. The sensation was overwhelming, strange, and intense, leaving me trembling and incoherent. I couldn’t explain the feeling other than I had pissed myself, yet I didn’t think that was the right word for it. The wet heat spread everywhere in a way that mixed embarrassment with deep, lingering satisfaction. It left me wondering what the hell had just happened while my mind tried to wrap around how good it still felt even as it faded.

“Feels… weird,” I slurred weakly, already fading into darkness. My eyes blinked heavily as I lay there spent and exhausted.

Culver’s expression softened at once. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, murmuring something low and possessive against my skin while my awareness began to dim. Exhaustion dragged me under fast, my body finally giving out completely. Marked up and aching, I sank into darkness, wrapped beneath the weight of him and the overwhelming knowledge that there was no part of me left untouched by him.

39

When I woke, I came back into myself like I’d been dropped there, dazed and suspended in a stillness that didn’t feel like sleep or sedation but something stranger, heavier. The heaviness settled in my limbs and chest, making it hard to tell if I was really back or still floating somewhere in between. It wasn’t the foggy pull of drugs lingering in my veins. It was sharper than that. Like I’d been taken somewhere else entirely and returned with pieces of myself shifted just enough that I could feel it in my bones.

Light spilled through the room in muted gold, soft and dreamlike, catching on the edges of the bed and walls like morning had decided to tread carefully around me. But everything inside me felt painfully real. When I tried to move, even just to roll my hips, a sharp hiss slipped out before I could stop it. My body protested in a way I didn’t recognize. It wasn’t normal soreness. Not period cramps, not the dull ache of sleeping wrong. It was low and deep, settling beneath my waist like something inside me had been shaken loose and hadn’t quite found its way home again.