Page 83 of The Claiming

I thrust harder as she bites down sharply on my hand and the pain is the most exquisite aphrodisiac.

“Harder baby.” I groan, forcing my fist into her mouth and as her teeth graze my knuckles, I imagine the metallic delights of my blood dripping into her mouth.

“Fuck, that turns me on more.”

I power in harder, deeper, using my thumb to press down on her clit, causing her to clench my cock so it almost hurts as she comes over it—hard—tears spilling from her eyes on to my fist that is still firmly filling her mouth. As she comes for me, I pull out and push her down to her knees. I remove my fist and replace it with my cock, praying she doesn’t use her teeth in quite the same way but prepared for it, anyway.

As I thrust in, she groans and accepts it with a low moan. She sucks it hard and flicks her tongue over the tip and as she squeezes my balls in her soft hand, I blow my stack directly down her throat.

She swallows furiously as it keeps on coming and as I pull away, I hiss, “Fuck, I’m in love.”

“Asshole.”

Her soft chuckle reminds me of how good we are together because she was as turned on by that as I was.

My legs shake and I slide down the wall, sitting on the dirty ground beside her, pulling her close so her head drops on my shoulder.

“Do you know what would have made that even better?”

“What?” She turns to face me and her soft smile actually pierces my jaded heart.

“If we were wearing the robes and nothing else. Fuck, that’s an image I’m happy to recreate.”

“Same.” She leans forward and kisses me softly on my lips and then whispers, “I fucking love your depravity, Frankie, so keep it coming.”

I grip her face tightly in my hands and devour those dirty lips that taste of my cum. I’m not gentle—far from it, and she matches me stroke for stroke as she grips the back of my head and pulls me in deeper.

Kisses between lovers take on many forms, and this one reveals our dark souls are aligned. I chose well when I claimed Cassie, and I knew she was my perfect match. Now I must fight to keep her and I have a feeling that the way to her heart is the more depraved, the better.

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We don’t hang around longand as we explore the passageway, it’s soon evident that this is not the only one. We make it back to the tunnel we entered through and note the passageway leads beyond it.

“There is a network of corridors under the tunnels.” Cassie gasps. “I’m guessing there is access to all five tunnels from here.”

“It would explain why the prisoners never made it out in their bid for freedom.” I say thoughtfully. “They had every eventuality covered and couldn’t fail.”

Cassie shivers. “They were despicable demons and not men of God.”

“Good and bad. The perfect combination.”

“If you say so.”

I chuckle softly. “Think about it, Cassie. If you are good all the time, where is the fun in that? Occasionally, it’s necessary to step over to the dark side to feed your soul. It’s a fine line anyway and I kind of prefer dancing between the two.”

“Between the two.”

She laughs out loud. “When do you ever cross the line to the good side, Frankie? Tell me and I’ll mark the occasion.”

I swing her back against the wall and push her sweater up, my fingers dancing with ecstasy across her bare skin.

“I want to be wicked with you, baby girl.” I hiss as I lick a trail up to her breasts, easing one of them from her bra, sucking her pebbled nipple into my mouth.

“Oh fuck, Frankie.”

Her gasp of longing spurs me on and as I kiss her all over her exposed chest, she whispers, “Let’s get out of here. This is evil torture.”

“Where to?” I rub her nipple hard with my thumb, and she groans. “Bed. All afternoon, naked and alone.”

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