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I screamed until my pain receptors almost made me go numb. Draven took advantage, dumping the contents of the chalice into my open mouth, down the length of my torso, stopping just above the hood of my pussy.
Choking on the thick, metallic liquid I gagged being forced down my throat, I felt it all begin to come back up. Draven pressed his hand over my mouth, forcing me to keep it down. Blood spilled from my forehead, running down over my brow to mingle with blinding tears that burned my eyes.
When Draven moved again, it was to position himself between my legs. His hands gripped my ankles and pulled me closer until he had me how he wanted.
I’m going to take what belongs to me and only me,” he stated, leaning down to whisper in my ear again, the heat from his body like an inferno against mine.
“This is the part where I make you come harder than your fingers ever could.” He nipped my lower lobe, before skimming over my jawline, kissing between my breasts. pulling my right nipple into his mouth, teasing the hardening nub before moving to the left one.
He dragged his tongue down my stained flesh, taking his time to touch me everywhere just as he’d promised, licking the blood off me in the process. My legs were lifted over his shoulders, warm breath fanning over my clit when he reached the spot that dripped with betrayal.
Corbin and the blade disappeared, and I shut my eyes. My head was throbbing, blood still ran in rivets down either side of my face.
“Your pussy smells so sweet, Adelita,” Draven murmured loud enough for me to hear above the excited whispers growing in volume.
His tongue came out, sliding up and down my slit, pushing into my pussy a little deeper with each stroke until he was full-blown fucking me with it, plunging in and out of me. I squeezed my eyes tighter, biting down on my inner cheek to silence the sounds ready to pour out.
I could feel all the eyes in the room on us, sense the blood-filled lust clinging to the air. The pad of Draven’s thumb found its way to my clit, he gently began strumming away, rolling the bundle of nerves until I lost my battle. A mewl fell from my mouth, I felt his smile against my pussy.
He continued the languid assault for a few minutes longer, rising with a growl seconds before I came for a second time. His strong hands grabbed my legs, locking them around his waist. The head of his cock brushed my entrance, I shuddered, lids fluttering open.
I found myself unable to look away from the man staring at me with such an open level of possession, it took me to a new level of terror. He leaned down again, lips tasting of come and blood finding their way back to my ear. “I’ve waited so long for this,” he rasped, thrusting himself fully inside me, tearing away the trivial piece of skin that had kept me innocent just for him.
My lips parted, a gasp escaping. The rough intrusion burned. The mass between my legs forced my pussy to stretch to accommodate its size. His dick filled me. He pulled out, then slammed back in, earning a sob and moan.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned.
His hips flexed, rolling in a way that made me feel every solid inch of him. I whimpered, curling my fingers into my palms as he fucked me in earnest.
The sound of slapping skin could almost be heard over the deafening hymn surrounding us, his people cheering him on.
Fingers dug into my thighs, he lurched down, closing his mouth over my right tit, and biting like an animal. I screamed, feeling my pussy clench from the pain and the pleasure that came with him pounding into me. My brain went fuzzy, hands found their way to strong biceps, then to sweaty shoulders.
Traitorous lips pressed to my mouth, a tongue finding the entrance it sought. My chest heaved, sweat and something sticky clung to me like an extra layer of skin. The hardened surface beneath me caused friction on my back, pulling, and scraping away at my flesh bit by bit.
Someone began to moan, loudly, their sounds of pleasure rising in volume. Without warning an intense heat pervaded up my spine.
My pussy contracted; nails dug into flesh. I began to feel as if I were floating, forcing myself to think of the soft voice whispering in my ear as nothing more than a hallucination—a figment of a nightmare. I knew it was the voice of the devil.
CHAPTER TEN
The floor rocked beneath me, the motion making me nauseous. I didn’t want to wake up. Everything hurt, every inch of my body to the pieces of a broken heart.
It was only the thought of Isa that had me opening my eyes, and when I did all, I saw was a starless sky. I blinked, knowing something wasn’t right. I couldn’t move my body.
