Page 121 of Rescued By the Beast
He slows his thrusts, but goes deep, his pelvis slamming against my swollen clitoris and sending shocks of pleasure through me.
"I don't want to hurt you, Kitten..." he says, but before he can pull away, I grab the back of his neck, digging my claws into his skin, pulling him back.
He growls, the tension in the air increasing.
"Is this what you really want? For me to mark you, to hurt you?"
I purr in response, pulling my face away to stare him in the eyes, defiantly.
"I want you wild. I want to be possessed by the Beast, to be marked as yours."
"Yes," he says, his animalistic voice against my skin. "You are mine."
Then, without warning, his sharp teeth sink into my flesh.
The shock of pain makes me gasp, but it's as if pleasure follows immediately, a hot, overwhelming wave that sweeps me away, leaving me breathless, tense, completely surrendered. My body tightens around him, his every movement consuming me. He lets out a hoarse growl, his canines sinking deeper, marking me in a way that goes beyond the flesh.
My hand tangles in his hair, pulling him closer, as if I already knew, somewhere deep inside me, that this moment was inevitable. I was always his, even before I understood what that meant.
The heat spreads across my neck, down to my chest, burning my veins with an almost unbearable intensity. My heart races, beating with a force that seems to want to tear me apart, but it just keeps going, pulsing fast, relentless. I feel my entire skin vibrate, every inch of me tingling, electrically charged. My essence begins to grow, expanding within me, filling every space with a force that overwhelms me.
My eyes light up, shining like stars about to explode, and a cry of pleasure bursts from within me, tearing through my throat, without any control. His mark is engraved on me, tattooed on every fibre of my being, like a promise that I am his fated mate. And in that instant, there is no doubt that I belong to him.
Mark fucks me again, his movements becoming harder, each deep thrust pushing me to the edge, while his fingers slip between our bodies and mercilessly tease my clitoris. He licks the newly made mark, savouring his possession, my blood, then slides his lips to my ear, his breath hot and ragged.
"So perfect and so mine..."
His voice disarms me, and I just surrender without reservation, lost in the heat that surrounds us. Feeling his body moulding to mine, each thrust consuming me entirely, relentless, voracious, as if he wanted to claim me until there was nothing left but us, our desire and this fierce need that consumes us.
"You are..." He buries himself deeper and I feel him throbbing inside me. "My everything."
His words are the trigger.
A cry escapes my lips as the orgasm suddenly takes me, an overwhelming wave of pleasure that sweeps me away.
My body convulses, spasming around him as my hips move frantically and my head rocks from side to side, completely lost in the sensation.
"Yes, my female. Come for your male."
There is no alternative but to obey, the orgasm continues to tear me apart, my cunt milking his cock in waves.
He fucks me wildly and I can only moan, keeping myself open, surrendered, so he can do whatever he wants with me.
Mark roars and thrusts deep one last time as his cum gushes hot inside me, I feel the heat spread, the wetness dripping out.
Then he slowly releases his weight on me, turning sideways on the mattress so as not to press on his bruised ribs. I turn to him, throwing a leg over his hip, then dig my claws into his shoulders and pull him towards me, my mouth closing over his neck, my sharp teeth marking his skin, completing our bond, accepting him as my mate.
"Yes..." he hisses, then brings a hand to the back of my head, pulling me closer to his neck, willingly accepting my mark, his cock, which had been relaxing under my thigh, throbbing and stiffening again.
I can't stop, I keep my teeth there, his metallic essence slowly invading my mouth and spreading across my tongue.
Knowing that I am marking him only increases my hunger, my animal instinct, but I force myself to release my teeth from his skin and lay my head on the pillow with a sigh.
Mark rests his forehead against mine, and when I open my eyelids, I am captured by the gold of his eyes. He gently slides a finger over the mark he left on me, then brings it to his mouth, sucking a drop of my blood.
“Nothing I’ve ever tasted compares to you.”
My heart flutters in my chest as I stare at him, breath catching.
