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I made her come one last time with my mouth, before I stood. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I backed her against the shower tile again. I should’ve gotten her ready to take my cock, but I was a shameless bastard, and I wanted to feel her from the inside with my dick first. I wanted to feel her pain of losing her virginity to me.

I’d never been with a virgin before.

She was holy.

Through hooded eyes, she gave me what I craved. “I want your dick inside me.”

“Good girl.”

Needing to bury myself inside her, I longed to feel her tight virgin pussy wrapped around me. She didn’t have to wait long. In one hard thrust, I slid inside her.

She cried out in pleasure, but also in pain, and I liked that a little too much.

I kissed her all over her face, her neck, her breasts, back to her lips again, whispering, “Are you okay?”

Sliding my hand between our bodies, I began rubbing her clit, trying to make it easier for her to take my cock.

“Goddamn… you’re so fucking tight… I’m going to break you.”

“Promise?”

“Just the thought of your virgin blood on my dick right now is driving me to the brink of insanity.”

I was a sick fucking bastard. Blame it on the Blood Oath Brotherhood. I didn’t think twice about it. I brought my bloody fingers up to my lips and sucked them in my mouth.

Her eyes widened, shocked by what I just did.

“Your virgin blood is now a part of me, the ritual of innocence that belongs to me too now.”

Her gaze was still huge. “You’re so fucked up… but I love you too.”

I didn’t stop thrusting in and out of her, feeling her clamp on tighter and tighter with each push and pull of my body. Our hearts pounded, our lungs completely out of breath, vanished in our abandonment.

Slowly rocking her hips, getting used to the feeling of my shaft deep inside her, her head rolled back with another moan. All I could hear was her desire. Encouraging me to go faster, harder.

I could feel her pussy tighten, gripping my cock like a fucking vise. Grabbing onto the back of her neck, I wanted to bring her closer to my face. Our lips found each other, no longer having any control over our actions.

“I love you, Onyx. I love you so much.”

That one statement made me lose all sense, roughly gripping her hips. I pounded into her. Both our mouths parted, breathless, riding the high together. When I felt her pussy throb against my cock, pulsating long and hard, her coming was my undoing.

She’s my undoing.

She came hard, and I followed her over the edge, releasing my seed as far back in her cunt as I could. As both of us tried to catch our breath, I kissed her again. I couldn’t get enough of her.

We stayed in the shower all morning. For once, my demons were resting…

* * *

The angel riding my dick made sure of it.

Chapter

Forty-One

Onyx: The Ritual of Flame

It was Christmas Eve. I bought Hennessy a few of her favorite things, including a flight home. We’d be leaving in the evening and staying until after the new year. We’d also be surprising her family.