The sweet scent of her arousal was almost too much to take. I wasn’t kind, powering into her mouth with the roughness of some beast. I jockeyed one foot onto the bed, the switch in angles driving the tip of my cock deep into her throat.
She wrapped her long fingers around my balls, twisting them in her hand with enough pressure, I gritted my teeth. Instead of fighting me, she was enjoying this. She was taking everything I had to give and tossing it back at me.
Who the hell was this woman and why couldn’t I seem to get enough? Every time I jutted my hips forward, instead of enjoying her strangled sounds, I couldn’t take my eyes off hers.
The fucking power she had over me angered me, forcing me to think about the filthy, vile things that I would do to her. She rolled my testicles between her fingers, batting her long eyelashes against the smooth surface of her skin.
Fuck. The woman was daring me to fuck her. If that’s what she wanted, that was exactly what she was going to get. There would be no gentleness, no sense of decency.
“Enough!” I barely recognized my voice as I pulled away, dragging her up by her throat. While licking her sweet lips, she pressed her hand against my chest, digging her fingers into my skin.
I snatched a fistful of hair, yanking her onto her knees and all I could think about was consuming her mouth. I crushed my lips over hers. She wasn’t timid, gripping my shoulder with one hand in such a way as to insist I remain right where I was. Thesame intensity applied, her tongue finding mine, controlling for as long as I would allow.
She kissed me so fiercely we were both breathless. The second I broke the shocking intimacy, she moaned. Her eyes were half closed and the smile on her face elicited awe instead of annoyance.
“Fuck me.” Hearing her begging me to take her against all odds, without regard to consequences or the shame I’d seen earlier, was all I could take.
Shoving her down, within two seconds I had her legs parted. She was already arching her back, exposing her lust. The second she wrapped her legs around my thighs, I thrust every inch of my cock inside. There was nothing like the way her muscles clamped down on my thickness, pulling me as deeply as her body would allow.
The beautiful vixen wasn’t shy, clawing my arms as she struggled to get closer. Every sound she made matched the primal ones erupting from my throat. I found it hard to believe she was holding her own, refusing to show any sign of weakness to my brutality.
I was mindless in my actions, fucking her like the savage I’d become, taking without giving. There was nothing like fucking her, being allowed a moment of oblivion like I’d never known.
“Is this what you wanted, sweet angel? To be fucked like a whore?”
The soft whisper of her breath and the hint of amusement in her eyes only caused my actions to become even rougher, fucking her as if my very soul depended on filling her with my seed.
“Yes. Yes!” Her admittance fueled me, pushed me. I wanted her sore and used, her body marked so that everyone would know she was mine.
The moment should be surprising, seeing her letting go, faced with the destruction of her restraint and self-control. But I was inspired, losing myself in her, working myself into a frenzy.
And still, it wasn’t enough.
I’d yet to claim all of her.
I kissed her again, consuming and draining the sweetness from her lips. She finally shoved her palm against my chest, driving me away, gasping for air.
“Come for me, sweet angel. Come on my cock.”
She arched her back once again, finally spiraling out of control. “Alexander. Oh, God.”
Hearing my name on her lips meant everything to me. “Say it again.”
“Alexander.” Her voice was sultry, throaty in little more than a harsh whisper. Her entire body tensed as the rush of a violent orgasm swept through her. She was even more beautiful when she climaxed, her skin flushed with the kiss of my possession. Just having her shuddering in my hold meant everything.
Only she wasn’t being fucked by a god but by a monster, a devil determined to claim her soul. Perhaps in some way, doing so would remind the beast there was goodness in this world.
But not tonight.
The moment her body began to come down from the high, I pulled free long enough to twist her on the bed, ready to claim her once again on all fours.
There was no struggle, although she clawed the bed, tugging at the covers the moment I smacked my palm against her bottom. Marks remained from where I’d used my belt, the sight a reminder I could damage her easily, which wasn’t anything I wanted.
Catherine bucked against me, the invitation too blatant for me to ignore. I returned my cock to her wetness while rubbing my thumb against her asshole. Only then did she stiffen, throwing her head over her shoulder. There was nothing human about the moment. We were both wild animals, incapable of thinking clearly. It no longer mattered.
All that did was consuming every inch. I wanted her dripping with my cum. As her sounds amplified, I became even more crazed. My thumb pierced her hole, driving inside while she moaned.
Every muscle was tense, my jaw aching. My patience was gone. The second I pressed the tip of my shaft against her dark hole, she stiffened, not a sound emitted. When she pushed back in encouragement, I gave her exactly what she wanted, pressing half my cock inside.
