Page 26 of Cruel Master

He sucks one deep into the cave of his mouth, and I hate myself for the way my body bows and arches up, wanting more.

He splays his hands against my back and pulls me closer to him as he feasts on the mounds of my breasts.

He kisses all around the neglected bud of the other one before flicking it teasingly with his tongue. He has me whimpering before he finally takes it into the hot cave of his mouth.

Meanwhile, his hands are running all over my body. They push the dress completely off me, and then he picks me up and sets me on the bed.

His kisses drop to my stomach as he pushes me until I'm laying down. He pries my legs apart and hisses in a breath when he sees how wet my panties are.

I know my cheeks are flaming—both in embarrassment at the wetness and the evidence of my desire for him.

His heated eyes lift to mine as he says with a possessive growl, “You can never tell me you're not mine, Nora. Look at the way your pussy weeps for me, kitten.”

Before I can protest, he covers my mound with his mouth, licking and sucking on me through my panties. It's filthy the noises he's making as he sucks my juices from my panties.

He finally pulls them to the side and laves me from slit to clit in one possessive lick. It's a claiming lick, and it damn near causes me to see stars.

He suctions onto my clit and begins sucking it rhythmically while batting it again with his tongue as he starts to probe me with his finger. I instinctively tense, but he holds my legs open as he adds another digit.

I feel so full, and the way he's sucking on me is causing pressure to grow deep inside me. It's almost a ticklish feeling, and before I know it, I'm pleading his name. “Gabriel, please!”

When I’m on the verge of something cataclysmic, he cruelly stops.

I let out an unsatisfied whimper as I watch him pull his shirt over his head. I can only stare at him in awe as I see the tattoos decorating his arms and chest. He looks like a dark angel.

His eyes never leave me as he unbuttons his slacks. My eyes widen when I take in the length and girth of him. Of course, I felt that hardness pressed up against me before, but seeing it naked in the flesh is something else.

The man is huge, and I'm suddenly fearful of him putting that thing inside me. He's going to tear me in two. I just know it.

I start to close my legs, but he's in between them before I can, his swollen flesh prodding at my entrance.

He takes my wrists and holds my hands above my head as he presses insistently into me. “Gabriel,” I pant out at the growing pressure.

He ignores me, his jaw set firmly. His nostrils flare as he finally punches into me with one hard thrust that feels like it’s going to rend me in two.

I cry out, and he captures my screams in his mouth. He groans into my mouth before he whispers against my lips, “Fuck, nothing tastes as beautiful as the sound of your cries as I make you mine for the first time.”

He feels so big as he continues to invade me until he bottoms out inside me with a groan.

I never thought it was possible to feel so full, and while there's still pain at his intrusion, there's also that pressure building again, but this time it’s building even deeper inside me until I feel like I'm throbbing from within.

Suddenly Gabriel sits up and flicks open a knife. I don't know where it came from or if he's had it in his hand this entire time, but my eyes widen as I watch him take the blade and slice his palm.

I gasp as a red line of blood bubbles up on his palm. I tense at the thought that he's going to slice me too. I'm not a fan of knives, and even if I have a higher-than-usual tolerance to pain, that doesn't mean I want to be cut.

Gabriel flings the knife onto the nightstand before he takes my hand in his and presses his wet palm against mine.

I feel his warm blood on my palm, and I look up at him warily. He holds my eyes as he states solemnly, “Blood requires blood.”

Comprehension dawns on me when I follow his gaze to where we're joined and see the blood between my legs. My chest tightens when I realize he's acknowledging the sacrifice of my virginity, and he's not going to let me sacrifice blood without him sacrificing his own.

It's sweet in a fucked-up kind of way.

And it's probably fucked up that I can even think it's sweet, but there's no point in denying the way it makes my heart crash against my chest.

While still holding my eyes, Gabriel begins to move inside me, slowly at first, just enough to send tingles shuddering through me, and then faster and faster until there's nothing but the gliding of our bodies together.

He holds me close with his arms wrapped around me as he kisses my lips, my face, and shoulders. His lips are always on some part of me, flooding me with sensation.

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