Page 71 of The Soulbond and Her Beloved

"You truly have no idea how unexplainably sexy you are, do you?" He growled possessively, pressing his lips to her flushed, sweat-kissed skin.

"Too much," she sobbed, whipping her head from side to side. "Please, please—"

“Take it like a good girl, Riel. You know you want to,” Daemonikai snarled.

This part was one of his favorites. When he overwhelmed her, taking her beyond pleasure, beyond reason, until all she could do wasbeg.

Because he would always rather give her too much than not enough. Rather over-satisfy his woman than leave her starving.

The wet, obscene sounds filled the chamber, growing louder with each sharp snap of his hips.

Ruthless. Unrelenting. Inescapable.

Dragging her through mini orgasms and aftershocks, wringing tiny broken sobs from her with each stroke, even as she quivered and sobbed beneath him. Yet he did not stop.

Because she could take it. She was his.This was what she needed.And he was all too happy to give it to her.

But then… the hunger came again.

Urekai males followed an unwritten rule, do not bloodfeed during heat sex.

The coupling was already too much. An overload of sensation. Throwing in bloodfeeding on top of it?Cruel.

The urge almost never came during heat.

Almost.

But now, it did.

Fucking hell, it did.Clawing at him like a feral defending its territory.

Daemonikai had no idea if it was because of her messy heat hormones failing to condition his rut properly, or the events of the night—the danger, thehelplessnesshe had felt earlier—but the urge to possess her with his fangs was there. And it wasstrong.

Gums aching, fangs throbbing, saliva pooling endlessly no matter how hard he swallowed.

"Your body should be outlawed," his growl was as animalistic as his thrusts.Slam. Slam. Slam."Too fucking addictive."

"Mercy!Please!More. Oh gods. Enough. More—"

Daemonikai chuckled darkly, watching the delicious contradiction spill from her lips.

"My sweet, indecisive little slut…” he drawled, dragging his tongue over his teeth. "Make up your blissed-out mind.”

"Oh goddess...!"

She could not. She would not. She was ruined.Ravaged.

So he kept going. Pounding into her even as more slick gushed from her loosened body, making the wet, sloppy sounds all the more obscene.

"I cannot stop," his own voice sounded wrecked. "Just a little bit more." He wasobsessedwith this body. "Cannot have enough."

His eyes remained locked onto her enticing throat. That pulsing vein...

He wasstarving.

And she was rightthere.

His fangs elongated, and with a grunt of surrender, he sank them home.

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