Page 30 of Welcome to Carnage

After the storm of our passions has subsided, I gently lift Avina from the forest floor, her trembling body a testament to the intensity of our coupling. Despite her weakened state, an intoxicating mix of satisfaction and ownership permeates the air. I carry her back to the cabin, cradling her against my chest. Once inside, I head straight for the bathroom.

“Stay here,” I instruct, placing her on the cool bathroom tiles. With a twist of the taps, I fill the tub with warm water, steam rising to fill the small room. I strip off my clothes before climbing into the bath, the heat of the water a stark contrast to the cool forest air that still clings to my skin.

“Come here,” I command in a low growl, patting my lap. Avina complies without a word, hands shaking as she positions herself between my thighs. My cock hardens instantly, but I ignore it. I spend long minutes washing her, each stroke of my hand over her body reaffirming my claim. I take particular care with the initials etched into her ass, ensuring they are clean and dirt-free. They need to heal perfectly. They’re the tangible proof of this night and who she belongs to.

Throughout it all, Avina is silent. Her usually fiery spirit seems to have been tamed for the moment. I can’t help but feel a twisted sense of victory at seeing her like this. Broken, but mine, just as I wanted.

“How do you feel, little hellion?”

She shudders at the sound of my voice. “I don’t know,” she breathes. “Sick.”

My cock throbs against her center. “Never feel sick about giving in to your primal instincts. We’re meant to be together, Avina. You were made for me.”

She nods in response. “I know,” she whispers. “I’ve wanted you since high school.”

I smirk against the skin of her neck. “Good girl.”

I pull her out of the tub, wrapping her in a soft towel and drying her off. My fingers graze over the initials on her ass, tracing the lines, the letters. I apply an antiseptic, watching as she winces from the sting. I’m careful and tender in a way that makes her blink at me in surprise. Once done, I wrap bandages around the carved initials, ensuring they’re secure. “Don’t want them getting infected now, do we?” I ask.

She can only shake her head, her eyes wide and apprehensive.

I carry her to the bed, her body still warm from the bath, the faint scent of soap and antiseptic clinging to her skin. I spread her out on the soft sheets, her naked body laid out for my viewing pleasure. I can’t help the possessive growl that escapes from my throat. “Mine,” I say, my voice gravelly with desire.

I take her then, my thrusts hard and unyielding.

She gasps beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her body writhes beneath mine, her moans music to my ears.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I demand.

“I’m yours,” she pants. “Only yours.”

I claim every inch of her, my cock pounding into her in a rhythmic dance as old as time. I fuck her until she’s screaming my name until her body is writhing in ecstasy beneath mine. “That’s right,” I growl, my voice rough with lust. “You’re mine. And by the end of this night, you’ll be dripping with my cum.” I punctuate my words with a particularly hard thrust, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. “You’ll be well and truly bred.”

Her eyes meet mine, and there’s a wildness there that matches my own. She’s mine. All mine. And I won’t stop until she’s marked in every way possible.

AVINA

When I wake, I find the bed empty. My stomach churns as I feel the sting of the cuts on my ass and a deep ache in my core. He brutalized me, and I loved it.

Crawling out of the bed, I wrap myself in the robe tossed carelessly on the floor. I glimpse my reflection in the broken mirror, my skin pale against the dark maroon of the robe, a stark contrast. My body is a canvas of Nyx’s lust and desires. I trace my finger over the dark bruise on my collarbone. Each bruise sings of his possession. And I revel in it.

I pad barefoot to the porch. The cool morning air makes goosebumps prickle my skin. There, Nyx sits, nestled in the shadows of dawn, with a lit cigarette between his lips.

The sight of him, so casually seductive, sends a shudder through me.

“You’re smoking,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.

He glances at me, his eyes glinting in the dim light. “Didn’t know you were awake,” he says, the words rolling off his tongue like rich velvet.

“I hate it,” I say, my eyes on the burning stick between his fingers. “The smoking.”

He takes a long drag, the end of the cigarette glowing brightly. “I’ll quit for you,” he says. He snubs the cigarette out on the railing, flicking it off. “For you, Avina, I’ll do anything.”

Then he’s on me, his mouth hot against mine, the taste of tobacco not altogether off-putting. His hands are rough as they grip my waist. “We’re getting married soon, babe. I want to tie you to me in every way possible,” he whispers against my lips.

The shock of his words renders me speechless. We’re only twenty-one. It seems too young to marry, yet I want to marry him.

“Let’s pick out an engagement ring today,” he murmurs, pulling away from me. His gaze is intense, his eyes filled with a dark promise. “I want to see it on your finger, marking you as mine.”

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