Page 47 of Blood Bought

He responded with teeth sinking into my veins and the slapping of our skin, making my head swim and my eyes roll back.“Only us, just us. I want you to come for me.”

God, the difference after that was night and day. The rush from the bite has all the pain and discomfort receding, dulling completely until all I felt was him, us, this, pleasure, being so full I could burst — and I sobbed his name as I came on his cock for the first time.

The rolling, tight contractions as I orgasmed had him losing all control to that beast inside of him, and as he neared the edge, he did exactly as promised.

He ruined me.

Over and over, he slammed into me, lifting my ass to get deeper and pressing me harder into that mattress as his growls got louder and every fucking movement felt like heaven. He bit my shoulder, my collarbone, my neck, my jaw, marking me all over until I was shaking uncontrollably and stuttering his name.

“More,” I begged. “Please!”

“Gonna come. Gonna fill you up, baby.” His rhythm faltered, stuttering a second before I felt him throb inside of me and flood my pussy with his come.

It felt insane, like I shouldn’t have felt it at all but he was so big and it was so much that I did. I dropped my head back to the pillow with an exhausted, happy sigh, finally letting my eyes flutter closed.

“He out of your head?” I mumbled. “Or did you come for Ciro, too?”

“Gross,” he whispered, biting me softly. “You got rid of him for me.” He met my gaze with a sated smile, one that stole my breath again.

“You look good like this. Better now that I’m the one you got you here, but... better than when you’re angry.”

“I was only angry because I already needed you. I knew no one would compare and I was absolutely right. You’re blushing, Miss Silk.”

“Is that some sort of a euphemism because I have blood coming out of... everywhere?” I asked playfully. “But yes. You make me blush. You’re strong and possessive and scare the hell out of me sometimes.”

“But sometimes you like it.” He placed a kiss on my cheek that was far too gentle for how hard he’d just fucked me, then slowly pulled himself out.

I watched his pupils blow at the mess he’d made of me, those fangs showing themselves at the crimson liquid coating his cock.

“Be careful with those things down there,” I whispered, knowing damn well what he was about to do but also hardly believing it.

“I will.” He dropped down and started cleaning up my thighs, but I was so sensitive all over that the slightest flick of his tongue had me twitching and moaning. By the time he got back to my pussy, I was so overwhelmed and wiped out that even his breaths were killing me.

“Alaris!”

He sat up with blood on his cheeks and chin, licking his chops like he’s just ate something delicious and I slumped against the mattress. “Fucking hell, that shouldn’t have been hot. Why was that hot?”

“‘Cause it is,” he smiled, moving up just a little so he could rest his head on my stomach and breathe with me.

I absentmindedly played with his hair as I started to doze off, too tired to ask for anything or move. The evidence of what we’d done was peppered over my entire body inside and out, and while I had no doubt that he’d be pissing me off or terrifying me again soon... for now?

For now I just wanted to keep feeling like I was as special as he claimed.

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