Page 85 of Cruelly Bitten
My lungs burned.
My legs went numb.
My insides clenched.
My body was no longer my own.
Cam released a thunderous sound that was more beast than human, his body destroying mine as he fucked me without restraint.
I could feel my inner thighs bruising while my legs remained jelly-like in response.
I was a toy. A doll to be taken. Abused.Used.
All the while, I continued to drown in an endless pit of ecstasy.
I clawed at his back, desperate for breath, to resurface, but he wouldn’t stop drinking. Each pull pushed me deeper into that dangerous vortex.
His name left me on a voiceless whisper.
He’s killing me. Again.
And he showed no signs of stopping.
How am I supposed to get into his head if I keep dying?
My fingers were going cold, my nails no longer secured in his skin.
I need him to come.
My hips were aching from the onslaught of his thrusts.
Please, Cam. Come for me. Come back to me!
My arms fell to the mattress, my hands resembling ice.
Fuck… this is… starting to hurt…
He wasn’t stopping. He didn’t even seem aware. Or maybe he didn’t care.
Cam…
He roared, his fangs finally leaving my delicate skin. However, not because he’d heard me.
There. He’s… he’s coming.
His seed should have felt hot inside me, but I couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel him. I could no longer see.
Cam!I shouted, desperate to get into his head.
Except a wall of silence met my efforts. Dark. Cold. Alone.
Cam!
Nothing.
Just a dead bond. One he’d cut me off from.
I screamed in my mind, furious at him for this situation, for everything he’d decided without me, for everything he’d now done because he no longer knew me.
