Page 80 of Broken Souls
Groaning, I come inside herhard, my balls drawing tight, my back arching, my godsdamn toes curling. I paw at her breasts, my hands just needing tomoveas the overload of sensations ram into me. Every nerve is so damn sensitive, and still I crave more.
Every part of her.
Over and over and over again.
Releasing her neck, I drop my hand to her pussy and rub her just like she likes.
She jerks in my arms, nearly as sensitive as I am.
“Stop – I – ahhh!”
And now she’s threading a hand around the back of my neck, lifting a leg onto the bed, and riding my hand like she needs it to breathe.
Whimpering and crying, she screams, “I hate you.”
The words come a bit more broken now. “I hate you.”
But all I can concentrate on is how good she feels pinned between my cock and hand.
“Good girl,” I growl as I turn my head so I can kiss the inside of her arm. “Ride me like I’m your whore.”
She cries out, her other hand grabbing the one I have on her pussy. She spasms so hard, she jerks off me. My cock slides out, soaking wet and throbbing so hard it’s painful.
Not wasting any time, craving the taste of her before my senses fade, I drop to my knees, spread apart her cheeks, and shove my face into her pussy as I inhale deep.
Fucking.
Heaven.
She cries out. Tries to crawl away from me as she jerks beneath my tongue.
But I just follow her.
I’ll always follow her.
Anywhere she fucking goes.
Because she’s mine.
My wife.
My mate.
My fucking craving.
Twenty-Eight
HER
I scream as his teeth dig into my thigh. The bite of a vampire triggers a dopamine release in their prey so they’re less likely to fight back. Like a mosquito numbing the area as they feed. But I don’t feel good about this. I don’t feel pleasure despite the orgasm still ripping through me. It’s too much, too intense, all the rage and pain and fear of the last few hours pouring out of me like an open dam. Dear gods, I do not want this. Don’t want him.
I want him to stop. To listen to me. To show me he cares enough to want to listen.
But once again, he is ignoring my screams.
Just like he did when I was strapped to that chair.
His arms are around my waist, holding me down as he spreads my cheeks open, and his tongue is lapping from my pussy to my ass, then burying itself deep in one hole and then the other. I cry out as I struggle to get away, crawling across the bed on my stomach. But he’s too strong for me to stop without my magic.
