Page 158 of His Hell Girl

He grips the sides of the blade tightly, dragging it slowly across the skin of his open palm until blood gushes out, dripping increasingly fast down the blade and on to my ass.

It doesn't dawn on me what he wants to do in the beginning. But as he takes his cock in his bleeding hand, smearing the freely flowing blood all over his length, I realize what his plan is. I don't even get to protest as the head of his cock nudges again at my entrance, this time slick and wet and full of blood as my body slowly opens up and starts accepting him.

The head barely slips past my ring of muscles before he brings the blade down his palm again, ensuring more blood flows between my ass cheeks, all gathering in that place where his cock is penetrating my ass. The viscous substance helps his dick slide deeper and deeper inside of me.

All at once I feel so painfully full—a different type of fullness as his thick erection stretches my muscles, pushing them to their limits and showing me a new type of pleasure. The blood keeps on flowing, the slippery warmth coupled with his fat cock digging deep inside, making me become light-headed, too much pleasure building inside of me, my clit burning with unreleased tension.

Slowly, he advances inch by inch until he's fully seated inside, a hoarse groan escaping him as his balls slap against my pussy, my wetness making contact with his sensitive flesh.

"Fuck," I think I hear him hiss as he grips my hips with both hands, pulling his cock out of me before slamming it back in, the blood acting as lubricant to ease his moves.

I gasp at the foreign sensation, but I can't help the way my body simply opens up to his, taking everything he has to offerme. Closing my eyes, I just give myself over to the feeling of being dominated by him. So owned, his brand is seared into my very soul.

Slow at first, his thrusts gain speed as my body relaxes enough to allow the intrusion. There's this wicked feeling of being overpowered, and at the same time I feel likeI'm the one in power, making him lose all sense the minute he's inside of me.

Snaking his arm over my stomach, he brings me even closer to him, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake as they move lower until they settle on my clit. He presses down on it at the same time as he pushes his cock into me. Fireworks explode before my eyes, and as he continues to stroke my clit, I can only come harder, my release unending.

He's not far behind as he thrusts into me a couple more times before his cock slips completely out of me.

I hear his ragged groans just as I feel his warm seed land on my lower back, and I can't help the way my heart squeezes tightly in my chest.

He's mine. This savage man is all mine.

I'm still slumped on the coffin when he helps me down, gathering me in his arms and wrapping me in the strips of cloth from his cassock.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks, stroking my hair, the warmth in his gaze unmistakable.

"No, not at all," I sigh in pleasure, nestling closer to him.

"I think there's something wrong with me," I admit softly.

When we'd hashed a short plan, right before confronting Mother Superior, I'd been the one to suggest doing a simulation of last time when he'd lost himself to the blood. But this time, he'd be in control.

I know he always gets in the mood to fuck after a gruesome kill, so I'd asked him to chase me down and take me like a beast.I wanted to be dominated by him. At his mercy as he pounds like a savage into me.

He'd been a little reluctant in the beginning, but as I'd assured him that if hedidhurt me I'd call out a safe word, he'd been open to try it.

There's something to be said about being stripped of control, being at the mercy of pure animalistic lust as he overpowers me.

And just because it'shimI can let go.

My cheeks go red as I realize just how much I enjoyed the feeling of being his prey, the adrenaline rushing through my veins as it mixed with the serotonin of his claiming. Just the feel of his hands on my throat as he'd ruthlessly thrust into me had made me come harder than ever.

He rutted me like a beast, a claiming that went far beyond anything we'd tried before.

And I know that he loves it too—craves it more than he'd like to admit. But he's been denying himself, because he can't bear the thought of hurting me.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Sisi." He leans down to lay a kiss on my brow, tenderly caressing my face.

"I don't know," I release a breath, "maybe I should be more traumatized after what happened," I say and he blinks slowly, pain evident in his eyes. "But there's something about relinquishing all controltoyou." I raise my hand to cup his face. "I think that turned me on from the first time we met."

"Don't," he places a finger on my lips, "don't let anyone tell you what you should feel or shouldn't feel. Fuck knows, I've been fighting myself from the beginning, trying to be gentle with you like you deserve, when all I wanted was to throw you up against a wall and have my way with you." He smiles wolfishly, "Violently," he whispers, "ruthlessly," he traces my lip slowly, "like an animal in heat. Mark you up in ways you could not erase from your Goddamn soul."

He takes a deep breath, his eyes infinite pools of fire and ah, but drowning never seemed so hot before.

"You know there's this violence in me," he brings my palm to his chest, right over his heart, "it's dark and turbulent and barely contained, and it wants nothing more than to swallow you whole. That you embraceeverypart of me, even the savage, uncivilized one…" he trails off, and I can see the conflict inside.

"I know you're not much of a believer, Vlad," my lips draw up, "but our meeting was meant to be.Inevitable. That's what I would call our relationship. No right or wrong… just us."

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