“I’m going to ruin this hot little body. Fill you with my cum. Ruin you for all others. For you will only ever know my touch, Eliza…I’m going to claim you inside and out.”
And then, without warning, pain flared at my neck where his lips had been. Sharp and sudden as his teeth broke the surface of my skin, the sensation pulled a startled cry from me. One laced first with panic as instinct kicked in. I tensed, my body reacting before my mind could catch up, but the moment I tried to pull away, his arms tightened around me. One banded across my torso, firm and unyielding, holding me in place with a strength that left no room for escape.
Before I could even think to protest, the sharpness shifted, the initial sting melting into something entirely different as he soothed it. The warmth of him replaced the pain in a way that sent a shiver through me instead. I felt the faint pull at my neck, the strange, disorienting sensation of it grounding me even as it unraveled something deeper. Something I hadn’t realized had been building until that exact moment.
And that second pull of my blood…
That was all it took.
Because whatever fragile hold I had left shattered completely. The tension snapped all at once as I came undone in his arms. The world narrowing down to nothing but sensation, nothing but him. Which was why it hit me so quickly, so powerfully, that for a moment I genuinely questioned whether it was even real. I had never experienced anything like it before. It felt almost out of body, as though I were coming apart at the seams, every sensation pulling me further under.
Every part of me seemed to hum with it, as if something electric had taken hold beneath my skin, leaving me trembling at how incredible it felt. And soon, I wasn’t the only one, as seconds after my release, he followed. A roar ripped from him, rising toward the ceiling as he pulled his fangs from my neck, the motion sharp as they tore free. The sound was raw, animalistic, something dark and demonic woven through it, and it should have been terrifying.
And yet…it wasn’t.
Because in the throes of my orgasm, one that made me question whether or not it would ever end, I could only find myself more turned on by being possessed by such a beast.
More turned on when I felt his cock pumping into me as he marked me with his release, his cum already dripping out of me from where he continued to move inside me. As if he, too, never wanted it to end. But end it did.
Starting with him lowering his head back to my neck, where he had bitten me, and holding me steady as his tongue traced over the wound. Doing so in a tender, slow way that made me shiver despite myself. It left me wondering whether he was simply savoring the last remnants of his meal or if there was something more to it. Something deeper, because the pain had already faded, replaced by a warmth that spread through me in its place.
“Fucking perfection,”he rumbled against my ear, his voice low and satisfied as it curled through me. Then his hold on me shifted, more carefully now as he eased me back against the bed, his still hard cock locking me in place. Before that, he had drawn another moan from me as he pulled away, leaving my body feeling completely boneless, as though I might simply melt into the bed beneath me.
I couldn’t have moved even if he had asked me to, and thankfully, he didn’t. Instead, he took care of everything, guiding me gently, rolling me closer until I was facing him. His hands came up to push my hair back, both of them framing my face as though he needed to see me clearly.
His touch was steadier now, careful in a way that contrasted everything that had come before, as he tipped my head up just enough to meet his gaze.
“Tell me what you feel, baby,” he murmured softly.
“Did I hurt you?” I shook my head, the movement small, barely there, but it was all I could manage. My body was still caught somewhere between exhaustion and lingering sensation. The quiet sigh that left him carried more weight than I expected, the relief in it enough to make something in my chest tighten.
“Good… that’s good.”
His thumb brushed lightly along my cheek as he studied me, something thoughtful settling into his expression before he added, more quietly,
“So many times you made me want to lose control.” I let out a soft scoff at that, my voice faint but edged with disbelief.
“That wasn’t you losing control?”
A slow grin tugged at his lips, something knowing in the way it curved as he tilted his head slightly.
“Maybe a little,” he admitted, though there was nothing uncertain about him. Not really.
“Let me clean you up… my sweet girl.”
The words softened the moment even further, his tone shifting into something gentler. Something that wrapped around me just as surely as his arms had before. I felt the press of his lips against my forehead. The kiss was light but grounding, before the warmth of him lifted from the mattress, leaving behind a space that already felt too empty in his absence.
I think I meant to stay awake. To watch him return. To hold onto the moment just a little longer. But my body had other plans.
Because somewhere between one breath and the next, exhaustion finally claimed me. Pulling me under before I could fight it, leaving me with only the lingering warmth of him and the quiet certainty settling deep in my chest as sleep took hold.
That he was right…
He had ruined me for anyone else.
15
THE PRIZE
