He reaches up and peels my shirt off. I have nothing underneath.
“Prepare to be ruined, Chaos,” I murmur.
I smear the word RUIN across his skin with my thumb, then lower myself, my tongue tracing the warm line of blood on his chest. I lift my hips, holding myself open, and lean back toward his face, his taste still on my mouth.
I drag my tongue across his lips and slip it between them, twisting it with his. My hand clamps around his jaw as I kiss him like it’s the first time.
His hands grab my ass and pull me down onto him.
“Wanna fuck?” I whisper against his lips.
“Fuck,” he moans.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He nods.
“Show me how you missed your little sister, Judas.” Words spill out of my mouth as I press my lips against his.
He pulls me down onto the ground, leaning over me. The blood from the words I carved drips across my chest, and he wipes it away with his thumb, dragging it down to my clit, using it as lube before he shoves his sweatpants down his legs. His already hard cock springs free, hitting my throbbing pussy.
His jaw clenches as he kicks the pants across the floor. His hands slide down my legs, spreading them open, lifting them onto his shoulders.
He licks his lips, drags his lower lip between his teeth, then grips his cock and pushes inside me, inch by agonizing inch.
My lips part. A moan slips out as my brows knit, his eyes locked on mine.
“Fuck,” I gasp, biting my lip.
He leans down, folding me in half until my thighs press to my chest, stretching me open as his hips move, his cock slamming into my inner walls.
I feel every vein as he drags through me.
My hands slap against the wooden floor, searching for something to hold onto, but there is only the wood beneath my palms as my nails scrape across it.
Blood from his wound trails down my legs, warm drops sliding over my skin as he keeps his relentless pace.
Short gasps tear from my throat. My eyes fall shut, but his grip loosens from my legs, and he slaps my face, forcing them open.
He locks his eyes with mine again.
He leans in, his face so close I can feel his breath. His lips find mine just as I cry out, his cock throbbing inside me, hitting deep. He swallows my sounds, his tongue pushing into my mouth, twisting, stealing every thought until the only thing left is him inside me.
My legs start to tremble, tingling racing through them, numbness spreading as he thrusts harder, faster, into my sensitive flesh.
He drops my legs from his shoulders back to the floor. He pulls out, then grabs my waist and flips me over like I weigh nothing.
I lift my ass toward him, arching my back, facing the floor.
Cold air bites at my skin as I push myself closer.
He wastes no time. He shoves back inside, slapping my ass as he drives into me again, keeping the same brutal rhythm.
He leans over my back, grabs my hair, and pulls my head up as I hold myself up on my palms.
My back arches. His other hand slides from my spine to my shoulder, then to my neck, holding me there as I moan, feeling every inch of him inside me.
“Mine,” he growls, his pace turning faster, rougher.
