Not before I kill her.
So, I let go of her arm, wrap mine around her back, crushing her closer. Then, I lower her to the floor. Kneeling, I set her right on the broken glass and lift her splinted leg over my shoulder.
She seizes from the pain, gritting her teeth around a screech. “Raphael, piece of?—”
I dive and cut her off with the first drag of my tongue upon her clit. Demanding, I devour, plunder, pillage, and take what is rightfully mine. My pulse races through my blood at her taste. Her whole body vibrates.
“You need this, don’t you, little Queen?” I purr against her center, then turn my head to sink my teeth into her thigh.
Her hands tear at my hair, trying to force me back to where she wants. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop, you sick, psychotic sonofa?—!”
Growling, I grip her wrists, pinning them to her stomach before I seal myself to her slick pussy, licking, sucking, kissing, eating, utterly gorging myself on her. I dominate her. Control her. Or I’ll rut into her like a raging beast. That will happen soon.
But she burns for me first.
My brothers don’t exist right now. They are mere shadowy figures. The outer chains watch while my inner one strangles her.
Lost in her, the sounds of her whimpers, the feeling of her nails cutting the skin of my hands, the way she squirms beneath my blade of a tongue, it all drives me to near madness.
The muscles in her thighs tighten and twitch. My body shudders with the need to be inside her again.
A cry leaves her mouth as she bucks and looks down.
I lock eyes with hers. “Give it to me,” I demand and insert two fingers into her soaked heat, tantalizing that inner knot. “Let go. Fucking let go.”
I flick her clit with my tongue, trace a circle around the swollen nub, and pump my fingers in and out. All her muscles soften. The tension flees. I let go of her hands. She drops them to the sides of her body, curving them into the broken glass, unafraid of the pain.
She crumbles, surrendering. And then…“Please.” A plea. A prayer. A prayer to her High God.
With her surrender drifting through the air like a dark dream, I suck her swollen bud into my mouth, lick every hypersensitive nerve, and press my fingers onto her soft G-spot.
She spirals. Clenching. Gasping. Exhaling. To make the orgasm last. I find a million shimmering colors in her eyes. And while she’s still coming, I climb up her beautiful, broken body and hilt my dick inside her again.
Briella lurches, arching her throat, and I kiss her again as I fuck her, shred her, ruin her. I caress her everywhere, softly scattering shards of fractured ceramic, bits of broken glass—upon her breasts, her chest, her stomach.
Her hands find my body, nails raking along my ass, clawing at my back beneath my shirt, then the hard ridges of my abdomen, leaving her own roadway on my flesh.
My cock jerks in her. She tightens around me. I power-fuck her right on this wrecked floor, pounding, hammering, thundering inside her. Sharp fragments slice and cut her flesh as I fuck her, fuck away those surface emotions.
Until all that remains is her vulnerability.
Raw. Real.Our real.
“Yes, God, yes!” she screams, picks up one of the shards, and cuts a line across my chest, cutting her palm at the same time.I grit my teeth, but I give her the wound. I shake my head in disbelief as she slices a goddamn B onto my chest. An honor to wear her mark.
She drops the glass shard, her eyes glazed over, her inner muscles pulsating. “Raphael—oh, fuck, this-I’m?—”
Mouth seizing hers again, I take her waist and lift her until I hold her on my lap, raiding her, moving her up and down on my raging erection. Her full breasts pressed against my chest.
I skate my fingers along her back, smearing the light droplets of blood until I come to her hair…where I rip my cap right off her head and throw it aside.
Nothing left but predator and prey. Man and woman.
Kissing her harder, I grip her crown of curls, holding her here, however I want, while rocking her on my length.
When she sobs, I yank her back by her hair and trail my teeth along her throat.
“Stop, Raphael. Oh, God, just give it to me, let me feel it, or let me die, you depraved, heartless, soulless devil!”
