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Fuck. I love the sound of that.

I thrust into her again, the force of my body hammering her into the wall, her arching against the cold stone, and I know her spine will be bruised tomorrow. My hips slam into hers, each thrust taking us higher and higher until I feel like I’m flying.

Rose screams out and I can’t help but grin as I feel her waves of pleasure wash over me. I continue to drive into her, each thrust almost too much to bear until I finally let go. White hot need explodes from within me and I swear I can feel every inch of Rose contracting around me as I come.

I cry out hoarsely, the sound echoing down the hall, and l can’t seem to stop spilling into her, my balls emptying completely until I have nothing left to give.

Rose’s legs wrap around me and she leans back against the stone, her eyes half-lidded, the little bit of strength she had left now drained from her body.

Finally, I pull out of her and she starts to slide down the wall, her legs too weak to hold her up.

But I’m not done with her yet. Not in her state.

When you’ve been around for nearly five centuries, it’s not very often that a new experience pops up and I’m going to take it for what it’s worth.

I tighten my grip around her ass and then I walk with her held up against me, through the door to her bedroom, then I’m dumping her on the bed, the chains rattling.

She bounces in surprise, a wash of fear going over her hazy eyes as she realizes where she is, but then I’m pulling off her sweater and parting her legs roughly.

I get on the bed between them and dig my nails into the side of her hips, smelling the fresh blood where I took her virginity.

“What are you doing?” she whispers, staring down at me.

I grin as I meet her eyes. “Enjoying all the fruits of my labor, my dove.”

She freezes as I say that. Perhaps I’m being a little too crude for her liking. She’ll have to get used to it if she wants me to make her come.

I lower my head and then I start to lick up the blood along her cunt, my tongue soaking it up as I lap at her, cleaning her up and moaning as I taste the mixture of her blood and my seed. Her want is leaking from her, soaking the covers and I can smell her arousal—she’s still so fucking turned on, even after I’ve spilled into her.

“Valtu,” she gasps, her hands digging into the bed. “Valtu, I–”

I grab her hips roughly and suck on her clit and she meets my eyes, her face flushed and eyes wide, clearly on the verge of an orgasm.

I want her to come again. I want her to come over and over again, in my mouth until she’s dripping out of my lips.

My tongue works furiously against her clit in rough strokes and then I feel her body tensing beneath mine, her thighs squeezing the sides of my head.

“Valtu,” she whispers. “My lord. Please make me come.”

I groan in response and suck hard on her clit, thrusting my tongue deep inside her cunt, fucking it, and then she comes hard, making incoherent noises and grabbing fistfuls of the bedspread. Her hips raise and buck and she sounds like a symphony.

I release her clit and then I press my lips to her cunt, sucking the cum inside my mouth and moaning as the taste washes over me.

I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I just keep going until I feel her exhaustion sinking in. She’s spent now, her whole body weak and trembling beneath mine.

Because she is mine, isn’t she? That’s what I declared. I don’t know for how long, but for tonight at least, she one hundred percent belongs to me.

“Good, sweet girl,” I murmur, pressing a kiss against her cunt. “I could drink you for ages.”

Her eyelids flutter and she looks down at me with eyes that are hazy with pleasure. “My lord…”

A satisfied grin spreads across my face and I get off the bed and stare down at her, her body still trembling, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. With any luck she’ll fall asleep soon and the demon and ghosts won’t pay her a visit. Hopefully she’ll just experience dreams of me and wake up only a little sore in the morning.

I go to the door before she has a chance to plead with me, before I have a chance of losing my resolve.

“This is your room now, for better or worse,” I say as I open the door.

She sits up, her hair falling over her gorgeous tits, her eyes fearful. It’s almost enough to make me stay and have another round with her. But there will be plenty of time for that later.

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